I shifted my hips a little, trying for a better angle. ‘I need your hands on me.’ I stroked my palm downwards, across my belly. ‘I need your len...th deep and hard inside me.’ I began pulling and pushing my fingers in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. ‘I’m with you, babe. Can you feel my teeth against you, grazing across your nipples? Can you feel my hot breath across your neck and shoulder?’ He paused, drawing a deep breath. ‘I’m so hard, babe, I could pound nails. Aah…’ He shuddered. ‘I can see. The brightest and prettiest girl in my high school class was Sarah Shanks and she had married Dr. Jefferson Clinton. Sarah had never dated any of the fellows in school so we were all a little surprised when she married Jefferson. Wed never even seen them out together before they eloped. He was the only psychologist in town, a stand-offish kind of guy, always wore a suit and tie, and was about 15 years older than Sarah. While that may sound like an odd combination, Leah and I found them. .Unbridled lusthow can it feel this wrong.two men,one woman.She is in control,She is guiding usWe are helpless to enjoy her demands.We are commanded to submit to her needsshe takes us both into her hands.Our cocks must do battle for her amusement...She strikes our heads together,slapping our cocks together in a female frenzy,She laughs at our embrassment...And obvious delight...Now she knows where are naughty spots are,as our groans begin to overtake our fear.She rewards us with a kiss and a. What wasn’t two sizes too small was entirely see through. The skirts barely covered my butt cheeks and cunny lips. The shorts didn’t cover much more than the ones Doris just peeled off me. Tight tube tops did nothing to hide my swollen nipples. Camisoles and training bras came out too. I’d be wearing those as tops, not underwear, I was told. Actually, they covered more than my cut up tank. But with the small sizes stretched tight on my chest, my nipple showed through.Anything that wasn’t tight.