We went in, to find Kyle sleeping on the couch. “Kyle!” Heather shouted. “We’ve got guests.” Waking him from the couch. “Guys wait here fo... a second,” she told us. Then both of them headed to the other room. She came back out wearing a long silk robe, with some cold beers. Kyle walking slowly behind her, in his underwear.“Sit,” she told him, pointing to the chair. She handed him a camera, “You know what to do.”Heather turned to us, then looked over her shoulder at Kyle. “Ok guys, I need a good. A couple of times, he’d come out of a masturbatory haze to find himself with a well-lubed toy that he’d tried to get his wife to use on occasion in his sore ass. And once he’d done both, having lay on the floor and jerked off into his mouth on his back while he came with the toy sliding in and out of himself.He’d gone to bed feeling extremely confused and completely disgusted with himself.But when he’d woken up in the morning to Annie’s cheerful yells ... he felt totally normal. The previous. ‘But… My pussy. My pussy is all dried up. I’m so excited but I can’t do anything about it without lubrication. I don’t have any, and I’m not producing any of my own.’ ‘Easy Nancy, calm down. It will be OK. Starting right now, your body will begin responding normally. Your pussy will once again produce lubrication in proportion with your arousal level. At the count of three, you will awake and be able to react normally. One… Two… Three’ When she returned to full consciousness, Nancy immediately. She'dnever been so wet in her entire life. She buried her fingers past hersecond knuckle. Her hips dropped from the sudden sensation and shealmost collapsed to her knees. Beads of sweat broke out along her browand she gasped for air, her voice making small squeaking noises.It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. She couldn't do more with herfingers from her awkward angle. Senator O'Neal whimpered again. Hermind struggled against the heat. She needed to be fucked. She neededto be filled. .