I noticed Beth’s lovely curly brown hair with blond streaks and hoped there was more covering her cunt. Her hips swayed provocatively as I walked b...hind her and noted the perfect round globes of her buttocks outlined in her tight jeans.****In the rose garden, the special volunteers were still kissing and fondling each other until the women’s nipples stood up hard from their round tits and their juices had started to flow in their cunts. The men’s proud erections stood out from their bodies. Now, he would do anything. Anything at all that he had to do. John knew he wasn't broken, he didn't know if deep down, he could ever break, but he knew he had become very, very flexible. He had lived an every day life in an every day world with luxury at his fingertips. That was all gone to him now, memory. He looked at Mistress Magenta, who looked at him back, eye to eye. Her eyes were beautiful, almost compassionate, but still there was distance to them, that made him think that She had seen. "oh my god!" She gasped as he moved over to her other breast. No matter how many times they made love, no matter how many different ways he touched her, she could never get enough. Each caress felt totally new and electrifying to her. She wondered if their craving for one another would ever let up. "Do you know how hard it was for me to concentrate on work today when I knew that i had an utterly delectable, sexy wife waiting for me at home? Do you know how many ways I'd envisioned fucking. "Oh, don't you dare, Elspeth." Brianna's mother batted the hand aside gently and wrapped her arms around the slightly taller woman in a tight hug. "And it's Carly, not 'Mrs Richardson.' Bri tells me you've been a wonder over the past week." I... I wasn't really doing..." Nonsense," Mr Richardson said as he followed his wife into the room with a tight smile, sparing a moment to kiss Brianna's forehead as he passed her. "You've kept her spirits up. We didn't always manage to do that." On the.