I was enjoying the warm wetness of Denise’s pussy, leisurely fucking her as her husband stood behind her barstool and reached over her shoulders to caress her nipples. Bret pulled his wife’s t-shirt over her head and ran his hands over her lithe naked form, then back to her tits. Laura got up from her stool and came around me so she could reach both Denise and Bret. She ran one hand over Denise’s belly and down to her cli...