I was fucked at this point figuring here come jail. She said she dreamt about me being the one fucking her in the locker room and somehow that made it...ok to her. At this point she had crawled onto the table her bed shirt pulled up to her waist and her pussy staring me in the face. It was a little red and puffy but no permanent damage could be seen. She asked me to see if I liked the way it is now. Daringly I stuck a finger in my mouth for some lubrication and slowly pushed it in her sloppy. “I wish I could find a way to stay pissed off at you,” she said.“Keep trying,” I said, smiling at her. “I’ll piss you off enough that you’ll get better at it.”“Yeah, well, maybe,” Liz said. She arose from her perch and knelt on the floor in front of me. She put her hand atop mine and wrapped her fingers around my palm. “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you about this. I’m sorry that you had to force me to reveal this at all to you. I was scared that I would lose you if you found out. I was hoping that. But I stopped before she asked, as I thought I might really hurt her! This time there will be no stopping and she will get the full treatment as she is, a closet masochist when it comes to having her pussy abused! My wife is still withering from this painful pussy whipping and abuse this lesbian bitch then buries her face in my wife's well whipped juicy cunt and aggressively gorges herself on her labia and blood red swollen clitoris! The results are an incredible convulsing orgasm as my wife. She dressed sexy sat at the back where it was a little more private. She wore a short cut off tight sweater with no bra. Her skirt barely covered her ass. She watched for the middle aged guy to board as they were the most fun. He got on the bus and saw her sitting there with here nipples poking thru the sweater material. She looked at him and smiled so he sat beside her. She scooted close to him and rubbed his leg. She then took his hand and placed it under her sweater over her left tit. He.