“Why, is she not good enough as is?” Mike shot back.“No, no she’s doing great. I just want to know how rough I can be.”Mike laughed. “She�...�s mine. There’s nothing she can do about that now. You can be as rough as you want to be.”Jenny felt Bo’s hand return to the back of her head, and she opened her throat to take him deeper. Like a good, obedient slut.“Mmmm - fuck yeah,” Bo moaned out, forcing Jenny deeper and deeper down onto his cock. He held her there, moaning, as Jenny struggled for air.. "I'm thinkin' I might be the luckiest grease monkey in New Mexico," I grinned back at her.Just the thought of gettin' my hands on that amazin' body was enough to get "Little Purvis" stirrin'. I didn't waste any time gettin' over to my folks house."Ma, Daddy, I been talkin' to Wanda Blenkinsopp. She's made it known that she's interested in seein' me ... you know ... social like. I'm sure interested in her too. But, bein's how she's still married and all, I thought I better talk it over with you. Georgia helped us reach quick successive orgasms by alternating between licking my swinging swollen balls and Ginger’s clit.Afterward we slumped to the floor, taking advantage of our position licking and pleasuring Georgia starting with her pussy. After Georgia came a few more times, we finally gently washed her entire body and then it was my wife’s turn to be pleasured and scrubbed clean. When we were finished we were washing with cold water. We got out, dried each other off with the extra. You're like me."She felt the crawling tingle of the Flow, and the room's only candle burst into flame. Sitting up in bed was a man of indeterminate age--his lined face and slightly silvered hair could've been an old twenty or a young fifty. He was muscular and broad of shoulders; his clothes, and the generally shabby state of the room, suggested that he was a servant here."You'd better leave," he said. "It's not smart of you to stay. If... If she finds you..." If who finds us," Moya Tilmitt.