‘So what do you think?’ Dianne asked. ‘Do you think that’s why your pals jack off so often? Because they don’t have someone to fuck? What ...bout you, Jeff? Hmh? Do you have someone to fuck?’ Her robe had opened all the way, her crotch spread enough for Jeff to ogle her amply fringed pussy mound. Jeff cleared his throat. He struggled to keep his knees from shaking. ‘Well, ah, occasionally. I mean, no. Not really. I mean -‘ ‘What exactly do you mean?’ She stroked the length of his cock with a . I swear, if it became any more 'physical' and somebody was watching they would have thought we were having an orgy or something perverse. That was not really what was happening. With all the emotions and pent up grief and fears we each had, this was that release that often families just share with each other. The trouble here was we had all just met and were not a family.I guess the fact that our clothes sort of got opened, blouses, pants, shorts, whatever, seemed to have someone's, anyone's. So y'all ladies who read this plz tells me I'm not alone.That is all said and done let's move on to my confession.My name is Lisa, but everyone just calls me Lizzy, I just turned 21 a week ago. My mom and dad are your strict, typical Hmong parents, who want me to get a good education, find a good wealthy man to marry.Even though they are strict, they don't mind what ethnic men I end up marrying, just as long as "love" matters and As long as I'm not hoeing around like half of Hmong girls these. She did not miss a beat pushing her ass against him in time with his trusts.Her soft round tits swayed back and forth and her moans echoed in my ear. His thrusts intensified and maybe he was still harder on seeing another man watch as his wife became his full property, his own white slutty slave. She was not holding back at all words flowed out of her mouth. I had never heard from her before such nasty vocabulary. She was obviously enjoying being in complete control and it did not take long the.