“Pick your poison.” you said. “Pick for me!” I replied. You did!After a few samplings of the fine spirits, you suddenly blurted out “I think...my husband is cheating one me!” Taken aback, just a little, I replied “My wife has done the same to me. It hurts, it makes me feel like I can’t please her. It makes me feel like I am inadequate.” Then after a slightly awkward pause, you replied with a simple “Me too.” Feeling sorry for you, and myself, I came up with an idea. “Things like dinner tonight,. I worked my way up one leg and down the other, Vanessa cried 'please eat my pussy, don't make me beg.' I placed my hands again on her thighs and parted her cunt lips with my thumbs. Placing her clit firmly between both of my thumbs, I started to lick at it very incessantly. Vanessa was groaning and moaning loudly now and I worried that some one would hear and call management. I turned on the Television and found a basketball game, I turned the sound up just enough to mask her moaning. I. Her fingers slipped up the girl’s soft, almost cool thighs, drawing toward the intense heat of Megan’s young cunt. The perceptible change in temperature amazed and thrilled Rosalind as her loving fingers climbed between the girl’s legs. She started, then cooed when her fingertips found no panties, just naked, hot cunt lips fringed by the slightest wisp of damp, pubescent hair.“Ooh, Meggie baby, where are your panties?” Rosalind inquired, her voice thickening with a lust that was rapidly. We have to keep this under wraps untilwe can change back to our real lives," said Danielle."Ok, OK. You're right. I'll try to come across as feminine as I canbe," said Darian, rolling his eyes."Don't come across as too feminine. I have a rep as a Goth girl to holdup," responded Danielle."Don't I know it," said Darian."Good,' said Danielle. 'By the way do you have to be so dorky with yourconservative wardrobe?" Hey, I like my wardrobe. It makes me feel comfortable," said Darian."Ha,' said.