I just don’t get it. If she was my wife, I’d keep her to myself.” He responded.“I do it because I love her so much.” I said.“Huh?”“OK,...let’s put it this way. If you had a wife that just loved to buy shoes, wouldn’t you let her buy as many shoes as you could afford?” I asked.“I suppose so.” He answered.“Well, my wife loves teenage cock. It makes her happy, so I let her have as much as she can get.” I explained.“Aren’t you jealous?” He asked.“Of what, your youth? That would be stupid. Look, all. "Oh my god…" they both moaned, almost together, both laughing quietly as they’d realized it."Fuck, Megan. You are just too much."He watched as her breathing slowly returned to normal, still slowly stroking his cock, barely noticing as a thick string of cum dripped slowly from its swollen head. He felt drained, his knees suddenly weak as he watched his partner in crime push herself up, her legs still spread wide, only the black base visible, the rest of her toy still buried in her ass. She made. Slowly he begins to work down the rest of her body. Reaching her thighs, he kisses and places his hands behind her small round ass. Grasping the back of her panties, he slowly begins to shimmy them off but not to go to fast. He removes her last layer of man-made barricade and leans back in. Softly beginning to kiss the inside of each leg, he slowly works his way to her sweet love box. Wrapping his arm around her leg he begins to lick her soft clit. His tongue sending chills of ecstasy up her. Her life was a bit more exciting that my male life.As Kathryn I think of myself more as a monogamous lesbian, though amonogamous one. I have no interest in men at all. No matter whatMarianna thinks of herself I think she's a closet bisexual. She likes theman in me but loves the girl in me (as do I). I've developed a shoefetish since I own dozens of high heels. As Kathryn I never wear slacks,and as it turns out Marianna loves that as well.About five years after moving to California my.