And yet... I didn’t believe me! I was fooling myself if I thought I could be that strong. Sam had given me something that Philip never could, the ki...d of love that only women can share. A man can never understand the emotions that women feel. He can never experience it himself so how could he possible know? Philip was the best husband and friend I could ever hope to find, but Sam was a woman, she knew how I felt, what I wanted, and she gave it to me. I suppose I had to be strong; I had to. When she was done, she said, "what now? What are you going to make me do now?"I knelt down before her, and with my right index finger slowly worked it up her ass, and put my mouth, right on her clitoris."Aargh, UH, oh, UH, oh, UH suck me sweetheart, suck my clit"!I stood up, and guided her to the chair, bent her over, and spread her legs."Up the ass again"? She inquired.I answered her question, by sliding my cock right up her wet pussy."Ugg, Uggg, ,ugggg right up my cunt! ugggg, I'd be waiting. My blouse was barely keeping together on our walk home after being ripped open and now retied , but I didnt care. We had found a new friend and were busy babbling like schoolgirls do, Beeder kept behind us quietly a few steps, not knowing what else to do Hope was a brainy girl who actually wore glasses and was normally painfully shy. Her eyes were a sparkling blue and her skin was quite pale as she avoided the sun and spent most of her time reading French poetry and reading strange novels. She. Amanda raised her legs up, her knees open and her toes curled as she continued to rub her clit with a shameless abandonment. It slowly dawned on Martha what the object was; one of Kyle’s miniature collectable baseball bats! Amanda grunted softly with each thrust into her tender young pussy, relishing the fast and deep penetrations.Unable to tear herself away with the knowledge that she was witnessing something she should never have seen, Martha held her breath as she continued to watch Amanda.