“A wee trip down to the corner store doesn’t quite cut it now, really.”“You’re my wife, but you don’t even look at me any more. Now I know...why.”Caroline took another gulp of wine.“Oh, would you listen to yourself? I’m fed up of carrying you, tiptoeing around you, making sure everything was ok. Well not any more. I’m tired. I’m through with pretending.”Just then, there was a tap on the glass of the back door. Caroline opened it and smiled as Annabelle walked in.Caroline hugged Annabelle and. My hands moved up beneath her top fondling her breasts as best I could, moving her nipples around rubbing them fiercely all I could do to heat them up and rub them raw. Meanwhile her hands were moving down to my cock where she was giving me a hand job, whilst our mouths were locked together, sharing juices and tickling each other’s tongues. Her bottom half was naked and I moved my dick toward her already lubricated-by-her-masturbating-cunt where my dick slid in easily, searing around in a. I began to feel new activity right away. Several hands were rubbing my ass cheeks, slapping them, and roaming around my hole, slipping some fingers easily in and out of my ass. Pretty soon, someone managed to pack all four fingers up in there. He clawed my insides gently, which was irritating and exhilarating at the same time. The player folded his thumb under his hand, and pointed his fingers straight out. He pushed his hand into my gaping ass hole. He twisted his hand back and forth and. And she started pulling the laces."Is it tight?" she asked without stopping."It is a bit t... ugh!" I got caught in mid-sentence by a pull."Is it tight, now?" As she kept pulling I felt my waist shrinking."Maybe that's enough for now!" I said."Looks like this punk still has enough air in her lungs to keepcomplaining!" she raised her voice as she pulled some more."Please! It's tight! It's cutting me in half! It's... damn! It's..." Acouple more pulls came as I felt the straps of the corset.