Waves crash across her body. The bed squeaks. She doesn’t hear it. He feels her vaginal muscles contract, hard, again. She wants him to stay inside ...er. She wishes she was fertile. Mom is just in the next room. She lies down on top of Randy, removing her hand then kissing him. He kisses back, tongues touching, licking each other, intertwining. That incredible bliss of sex again, so relaxing, so sleepy. Sleepy ... Asleep.A knock on the bedroom door. Yikes! Sandy is instantly awake. It’s morning. "I want you to fuck her hard." I twisted Monique's hair in my hands till she wailed out. "If you're good I'll let you cum, if you aren't, then I'll punish you, after I whip your friend's pussy that is." I tugged Monique's head back, pulling the dildo from Emily's sex."Understand?" By the look in her eyes I could tell Monique's answer. I took a clump of hair at back of her head and drove the long shaft back in Emily's pussy.Monique bunched her hands into fists as she unwillingly ****d her. My hands wrapped themselves around her tender foot and my hard staff (which had poked through my boxers slit). She brought her other foot up to join the fray. With wild abandon I pumped between her soles. I felt lust. I felt hot. I felt pain. Her feet were tender but so was my head. I was about to spit up mankind’s oldest lube (am I classy or what) when she must have realized something was wrong. She pulled her feet back again, kind of giggled at me and reached for something inside her sweats.. When would you want to do this?” I answered, thinking the money would be great but it would also put me in close contact with this woman who certainly was having an erotic effect on me.“We could start tonight if you’re available. I’ll go out this afternoon to get the materials I need. Normally painters like to work in the sunlight, but it will be cooler this evening and painting can be hard work. Come over at six and we will get started.”#Meg’s Story“Three years,” she thought to herself. “It’s.