'And then Robert — Tom's father — came over and joined in! We were so surprised.''What did he do?' asked a third voice. Isabella wracked her brain...to put a name to it, and finally recalled Belinda.Emily: 'Well, we played this game, where he and Tom had to take turns with us, just three strokes at a time, each, and the one of them that went off last was the winner.'Belinda: 'Who won?'Clara: 'It was close, but Robert did. Tom squirted in me, and Robert then filled Emily — and then squirted more. . is ... toxic. This is sick, Jill. Get some help. Both of you. You, for whatever drove you to pimp out your own wife to another man, despite her being a lesbian, for browbeating her into going along by some means of control and manipulation ... and you, Karen, for trauma. PTSD. Whatever you need to get past this. Not to mention any grief over losing our baby. Don’t ever worry about ‘atoning’ to me about anything again. You’ve suffered far worse than any pain you caused me by now ... and I had. “Thanks sweetie for making her first time with a real man special. I’m certain she’ll always remember this weekend.I need some of that cock in my ass also, when you get your second wind.” “You’re not getting jealous on me are you? I joked.“No way--I just want my share too big boy.” “There’s no way possible for a man my age to keep pace with two insatiable 18 year old horny teens.Pace being the key word here... I need to pace myself so I don’t fuck myself into a stroke or heart attack.” “Gee, I. She shifted her position to allow my fingers to go deep inside her warm wet pussy, as her own hand sought mine, and we sat their watching and masturbating each other, it just felt natural and exciting, as we came together and kissed our mouths, only stopping when the noises form our voyeurism dictated so, seeing such a large fat cock inside such a small tight pussy, and another girls tongue adding to his explosive orgasm, "This is what you will learn to do", whispered my mentor, "but first you.