”“What do you want?.”“I want you in me,” Maggie pleaded quietly.“That’s not what I asked.”“I want you to fuck me," she almost whispe...ed, her voice shaking.“Louder.”“Fuck me, please. Fuck me, Simon,” she panted.With that Simon entered her and aggressively pumped in and out, and Maggie gasped. “Yeesss, fuck me, fuck me. Harder. Fuck me harder.” I was stunned. She never spoke like this to me. I felt that I hardly knew my own wife any more.As Simon pounded her, Maggie started to lose control and. I didn't enjoy working the kinks out of Marcie's back as much I liked having it done for me. She was my sister after all! During commercials she would experiment on either Julia or me. I usually reciprocated but never with Julia.Once she tried using her feet, basically walking on my back. At first it felt great, then she jerked and you could hear my spine adjust, crack, crack, crack, crack. She didn't do it completely so it really felt uncomfortable. Julia, who was reading the instructions,. If I had been the guy I would have already shot my load, but guys Anne had affairs with were made of sterner stuff and he looked like it was going to be a while before he let go. I was glad the weather was quite mild that day two otherwise the windows in the car would have steamed up or it would have been too hot to even think about parking in the middle of the day.By now Anne had her blouse totally undone and her bra was well below her breasts also her skirt was rucked up as her lover had. However forself-punishment as a bonus to help my karma score I did not wear them fora whole week. Every day I left the pair I would have loved wearing undermy pillow and left them there all day.Eventually I released myself and let myself become a girl again. Sundayevening I practiced girly hand writing while wearing my regular panties. Iwrote "I love wearing pretty clothes." two hundred times. I signed everyone with the name Penny.Monday morning I wore the "Monday" pair to school. It was so.