I wonder if that really was his first time.I wish I had met someone like him before now.Hell! I wish I were married to someone like that now.Sweet, sm...rt, good looking, and a great fuck.That must be the best afternoon of my life. About half way through her second glass of Merlot her mobile rang. The number indicated it to be Sam Carter.“Hello. Sam?”“Hi Ms. Glass. My mom needs me to do something for her in the morning so I won’t be able to come over at 930. Will a little before 12 noon be. The final straw came when he suggested they have an 'open' relationship. Fatima had no idea what that even meant and felt stupid for asking him to elaborate. When she realized that he basically wanted her to sleep with other men and him with other women, she packed her bags and left. Her parents didn't believe her and claimed she was weak and didn't know the first thing about being a woman. Either way, she asked Waseem for a divorce and he gladly obliged, saying that he couldn't live with a. Peggy waved for Steve to come listen too. Steve stood there and listened as they could hear Peggy growl out the order to “stick more fingers in me!”. Then they heard a lot more grunting, groaning and bed spring noises. Sounded like a lot more than just two people in their bedroom. Dana suddenly wondered if there could be more than just Mom and her stepdad in there, fucking.Both kids were amused, and a bit turned on by the pornographic movie sounds coming out of that bedroom. Standing closely. Vicky had outgrown being spanked. On the other hand she knew that she would be spanked again. In fact, she both needed to be and wanted to be spanked again by the teenager. She loved the humiliation of being disciplined and the feeling she was absolved of responsibility. After all it must be for the person dispensing the discipline to have the deciding vote on all things. Maybe that was Vicky’s destiny, Emilie finally decided. The fifteen minutes were up and Vicky announced, “Right ladies, you.