I finally gaveher a soft squeeze and through my tears I whispered, "I love youJennifer Anne Cook, with all my heart. I can never thank you enough forb...ing in my life."I could feel her tears on my cheek as she held on to me. "I know. I loveyou too. I should be thanking you though. You've been my best friend foras long as I can remember, and to be a witness to your journey... I'mthankful that you're letting me be here for you." She gently let go ofour hug and started to pull back, only to rest. It seemed to last forever. The rhythmic gagging went on and on, and he heard the occasional lustful grunt from Fleming. Simmonds continued to stroke his hard erection, imagining his wife struggling to take all of Fleming’s shaft in her mouth, her suffering, her mouth full of erect cock.A violent slap, and the sound of Monica’s body crashing down to the floor.?Take all of me! Your husband may tolerate your shit cock sucking, but I don’t! Don’t you want all of my cock in your mouth???Yes?yes?I. Then she remembers the tub and what it did to her before, but before her mind can fully grasp onto it, the thought is gone. She quivers in Zayne’s arms, rubbing her body against his hard cock. She is not herself and she is certain she doesn’t care.Zayne smiles and scoops Page up, cradling her body close to his. He transfers her to the bed, both dripping wet, and sets her down before crawling in next to her. Page smiles and leans in to kiss him. Zayne feels the weight of her breast against his. A little triangle front and back section for the bottoms barely covered her pussy and ass. The top did little more. Triangles the size of a small napkin folded in half covered each breast. The smallest skimpiest string held the bikini on the top. It was tied in a bow on her back. The bottom had the same type of frail little string on each side. Angelia walked around in the bikini only. Her body was hot. She could get away with that. As she walked her tight ass barely moved. Just a.