“Give me a hug,” Em suggested. The two girls pressed their bodies together. Em made sure to get direct nipple to nipple contact and I watched her ...yes drift closed as Beca shifted to rub them together. Em raised Beca’s hand and placed it on her breast. “You can always touch my breasts, little lover. Touch them, squeeze them, suckle them. May I touch you?”Beca just nodded and Em laid a hand on her breast as they kissed again. I wasn’t sure why I was there, sitting around with no shirt and a. Then I thought hell what else could I say to a man who was being taken advantage of by my wife. Then I told him that if he wanted her to stop she would, but if not then he should just sit back have fun, and enjoy the ride. Once I told Travis this it sure did not taking him long to make a decision, and he quickly replied that he was going to definitely enjoy himself as began to take his shirt off. Once his shirt was off my wife continued to rub his cock through his jeans, and began to lick. When I looked back at her, something seemed to pass through us, a silent agreement that at the time didn’t register on my consciousness. Yet instead, buried itself in my subconscious, ready to spring forth when I least expected it.That night, as we all were in our beds, mom with dad, and me with Billy. The utter strangeness of the whole situation occupied my mind.I whispered to my brother as he lay beside me. "Don’t you think this is really weird?" I asked him. "You would think that dad would. Nevertheless she kept falling in love with the ease of breathing. Losing herself into a love greater than that for herself came natural. But this time she knew it was deeper. It was more intense than it had ever been."I know, Mistress", she whispered. "This little cunt loves you. She will be yours forever."The truth of it was overwhelming.A tear clung to the rim of her eye.Angique smiled.She took the girl's hand to make her rise. Then she closed a leather collar around her throat and fastened a.