You ask me if I’m hungry. I whisper in your ear, “Yes, but not for food.” You just look at me and smile. I want you so badly, my thong is soakin... with my juices. I lean over to kiss you, trying to get you close to me, wanting to feel you deep inside my wet pussy. "Not now,” you whisper, giving me a kiss. You pour us a glass of wine and feed me strawberries, running your finger across my lips. I open my mouth and start sucking on your finger. You move closer to me, removing your finger from my. ‘He said they were actually just going to get rid of it, since it’s not related to exposing corrupt politicians. He said they ‘had no interest in exposing anyone for participating in unusual sexual practices.’ ‘But he knew I’d be interested. They had bothered to translate it already, and he figured it couldn’t hurt to share it with me. ‘It’s written anonymously. And there’s no hard proof that it’s real. But he’s sure it came off of a laptop from your mountain. For whatever that’s worth.. We had set the system up, a couple of cameras hidden throughout the living room and kitchen. They were all set and recording sending live feed to my computer. I would be able to watch my girlfriend take another man's cock tonight. The lights flick on downstairs, I see them walk in. Moriah in her stunning outfit followed by a man. She had picked up this guy from a bar and was convincing this man to follow her home and fuck her brains out. By the short time she was gone I assumed she had no. Since she, like you Lynn, has very special needs, I finally hit upon the answer. I would give her you. You are both highly sexually charged, yet pine for an emotional relationship as well. So... Happy Birthday darling," Peter intoned, kissing his wife on the cheek and nodding toward Lynn, "she's all yours!"Lynn stood still as Peter prodded the blonde a bit. Denise walked to Lynn, gently ran her fingers thorough the black hair, then Lynn felt the blonde's arms enfold her and suddenly their lips.