”June stood up, then she and July guided me to one of the recliners. They were both keeping a firm grip on me as if I might try to escape, although ...y now that was far from my thoughts. I was about to fuck June while my wife watched, and that was the only thing that I cared about.June lay on the recliner on her back and spread her legs. July pushed me forward,expecting me to plunge right in but I pulled back enough that I could kneel between June's legs. I licked up and down her cunt lips,. She is looking at me from between her thighs. With her Doc Marten's-like shoes at each side of her head, the pose might have been funny, but with her shorts off, pussy and ass willingly offered and that wild look in her eyes, this is just pure naughtiness.She is so wet that I can notice it without even having to touch her. I finger her pussy to increase her arousal some more. The touch of her large labia on my fingers is sweet yet the situation is anything but sweet. Something strong is. Actually, I got to do something with Cindy that I didn't normally do. I got to fuck her in the very bed where she used to sleep with her dumb husband. I shouldn't give these guys such a hard time -- they're just dense but if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have all this hot frustrated pussy to take advantage of.I'd actually seen Cindy struggling at the local grocery store with her sacks of food she'd purchased to take home. Between that and the new burden of her baby to take care of, I offered. As it got even darker out we went silent. I glimpsed movement outside, just at the place where the “curtain” of the forest opened, and I hoped it was the two of them coming back, but when I looked what I saw instead was— When we were kids, six or eight years old, I would have nightmares about the forest in winter. The snow settles on the big trees in strange ways, and sometimes I’d imagine that they were monsters, great big shaggy things like in “Where the Wild Things Are,” monsters who stayed.