“Hey Mike,” Chet said as he looked at me, “Nice duds.”
“Thanks,” I smirked off his backhanded compliment. XXX “I’m ready,” called out Cheryl as she emerged from her bedroom. “You don’t have to…” but she wasn’t to be dissuaded. “Smile,” Chet said blandly and snapped a few pics of me sandwiched between his wife and daughter. “What do you think Chet?” she asked her husband thrusting forward her pushed up bosom just as she’d done for me. “No your highness, I couldn’t betray the king’s trust like that. Built to sail the Mediterranean, not the open ocean.”
She brought her foot up to my groin and pressed her stockinged foot against my bulge as she smiled, “Then perhaps you should make any further indulgences more… substantive.”
“Very well,” I said and released my belt to drop my breeches and hose, then exposing my naked member to her.
