If there was the slightest hangover from that out-moded way of thinking, Marshall would be shocked to his core by any hint that his wife was not only ...alling other men, but that she had stepped beyond acceptable bounds by fucking her own son -- his son, too. Damn, Lauralee mused; Marshall Jergens had been out of her life for quite some time now, and she might as well also put him completely out of her mind. There was nothing left for them.Sit up a little," Bettina said softly, "so I can soap. Susan grinned excitedly.“Shall I?”“If you like.” I tried to sound casual, trying not to betray how excited I felt. Sue slid her hands down under the bed clothes and I could feel her sliding her shorts off. She then brought her hands back up and triumphantly showed them before dropping them on the floor. Our bodies were still touching along their length but this time I could feel her bare hips against mine. Sue slid her leg across and I did the same and we wriggled our feet together. Gerard takes Isabelle in the bathroom and seeks an alcohol bottle. Isabelle's breasts are full of little red dots. Gerard poured alcohol in his hand and rubbed her left breast and right breast, triggering new screams from his torture toy. - It burns! Gérard downright pours alcohol on her breast and removes the last traces of blood, rubbing vigorously. - Well, it looks better ... SLAP ... Come on! Dress up, you'll be late! Nadia is still in the room. She sat on the couch and is trying to free. “You have beautiful tits,” he said kissing them. My heart raced. I was really aroused now, but nervous as a virgin. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my leg. “Oh,” I said, remembering, “we forgot the condom.” “I didn’t forget,” he said, and pulled one out from under the pillow. I suddenly realized that mentioning the condom probably brought the moment when he would actually fuck me closer. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this. He put it on himself then lay back down on top of me.