.mush. I feel no pain. I wonder how this will make the drinks taste. My ex, I discover, is covered in ash. Soot. There's a break however between the b...lgy flesh below her navel and her dark triangular bush. I finger her in the kitchen. She's wet. Her wetness is thick, viscous; like molasses. She moans. People are watching. We're in a public park, by a tree. The backs of my hands are sooty.It's not my wife, it's our adult daughter. She's naked. Her back is to the tree. Her breasts...firm and. “It is only going to be sex, and he said that you could watch.”My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I found the idea to be exciting, but also a bit degrading. But I also found the feelings of degradation to be stimulating. Picturing her having sex with another man also gave me a feeling of weakness and was somewhat scary, yet intriguing.“I'll even let you paint your nails and wear your handcuffs and shackles,” she went on. Neither of these, like my wearing of women's panties and. Hello you gorgeous, hot clitted cunt. I am glad to see that you finally figured out a way to get my cock back in your orifices again, and I just wanted to tell you that I as surprised that it took you so long. I have really missed getting to rut that gorgeous body of yours, and I am looking forward to nailing your hot ass again, but good, right in front of your husband. WIFE SWAP ORGIES: A few days later the four of them had spent the weekend together on a king sized bed in a San Francisco. Sadly she would wake up in few hours and be forced stubbornly back into reality.   Twelve and Six Breakfast and the rest of Jillian’s morning went off relatively uneventfully. She kissed her loving husband told him she loved him and sent him off to work before she’d gone to work to herself. He didn’t know that she had a job of course and in reality she didn’t, what she was doing today wasn’t even something for herself. It was for him. It was because she loved him so damn much that she could.