The search results were much quicker this time. "Well, that figures," thought Barocca. "I wasn't a wallflower, but I didn't jump at the opportunity ...o make a video every time somebody called me either."The display indicated Barocca had made just over sixty videos. "That can't be right. I know it can't more than about two-thirds that amount. I mean I should know; I was there." Then Barocca inspected the actual titles. Although she was no marketing expert, she soon caught on to the concept. She reached for the dildo and playfully ran it across her bare pussy lips while she conjured an image of her husband in her mind. She moved it back and forth along the outside of her labia while thinking about him. As she increased the pace of her rhythm she began to get more wet. With her free hand, she started to tickle her clitoris. She bit her lip and leaned her head back as she went on. She pictured the scene in Brian's story, in the back office with the lights low. He imagined Stuart. I could think of nothing now, but my pussy. I loved the feel of being fucked, I felt like such a dirty whore, but I liked it. She pounded me harder and harder, I could now tell that the dildo was completely covered with my essence. My sweet juices now began to drip from my cunt and run down my thighs. My eyes were now closed as I just enjoyed the feeling of being fucked by another woman. Just as I felt myself nearing climax, I opened my eyes to see Anand walk through the door with his erect. “Is this a bad dress to wear at Uncle Red and Aunt Margie’s wedding?” Cassie asked Hector as she posed in a sundress for what was admittedly a rather low-key wedding.Red Marsh was all set to marry the woman that they now considered a sort of aunt and mentor. This was despite her newborn son Earl, for which it was likely Hector responsible due to the brief polyamorous fling that the twins had with her. They had quickly resumed their exclusive romance after that, though they never quit their.