. What kind of wife was she. If he took her now no-one would believe she had been forced. She had let him in her room, everyone had seen her flirting ...ith him downstairs…what should I do? she thought He was removing his trousers and was naked except for his boxer shorts. Charlotte decided on her course of action. As disgusting as it seemed she would have to make him come before he wanted to fuck her, that way she would still fell as if she had been faithful to her husband. Summoning up all her. OOhhh it is taking over again. Swoosh. The feeling of fire follows shortly behind. You whip my breasts with perfection, lines like a zebra up and down them both. You go all the way down my belly and to my mound. I am thrashing and crying, pulling at my arms and kicking my legs, trying anything to free myself.You then start in on my thighs, perfect marks up and down both of them. Tears are running down my face still but I calm down some and actually start to enjoy the pain you are inflicting.. ‘Come on Tammy.’ Michelle said, coming behind the bar and taking Tammy by the hand. I walked with them, feeling Tammy’s breasts to the middle of the room and knelt down with Her. Michelle slipped into Jenny’s bedroom and re-appeared carrying a jar of Vaseline. She picked up and strapped on the smaller of the two Dildos and gave it a liberal coating of the jelly. I helped Tammy to bend forward by holding on to one of her breasts then held open her ass cheeks while Michelle knelt behind her and. A few minutes in the bathroom and I was ready for something to quiet the lions growling in my stomach.I went to the kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice and sat at the dining table. Millie was still sleeping soundly on the hide-a-bed. I sat quietly sipping my juice and watching the cars on the street by the park spew white exhaust in the cold morning air. It was a good morning to be inside where it was warm. I envied Mom and Dad in Miami where it was warm all year around. Too bad I had to.