“He’s not quite dead yet” she said in a brittle voice. “Want me to get your pistol so you can do it quicker?”John held up his hands. Instead...of trying to defend himself he just said, “He’s done for the day.”“He most certainly is” agreed his wife, her eyes glinting dangerously. She reached out and stroked Bobby’s hair. “Bobby, you just take as long as you want for lunch. When you’re done I’ll draw you a hot bath. You’re going to need some of that salve on your muscles too.”Bobby would have. Béla cut back the siege on her sister’s pussy after another dozen orgasms or so, allowing Beth to recover somewhat before she began her next assault. Beth lay on the bed, her legs shaking uncontrollably, gasping for air. Her body glistened with moisture. After a moment, she was able to sit half-way up and look down her abused body at her sister still kneeling on the floor with her face and breasts covered with blood and girl-cum.“That’s it?” Beth whined, still unsteady from her orgasmic. The only problem is I don’t have any game at all. NONE! So, I don’t think she picked up that I was flirting at all. On the Monday of our second week of staying in her guest bedroom she asked me if I wanted to watch a movie with her. Seemed innocent enough, so I was happy to join her. She brought in a bottle of wine and two glasses and started the movie. It was some silly romance chick flick that I’m pretty sure even she lost interest in about ten minutes into it. She poured the wine and. I was sitting next to my husband, at an angle to Mike. I sat with my legs slightly apart and caught Mike sneaking looks at my smooth legs. All the while my hubby was stroking my leg and knee, trying not to show his hard-on. I was so horny; I thought I would burst from the situation, so I decided to take it all one step further. I got up and went to the fridge for our beers and came back with three bottles. I set the first bottle in front of my husband, bending so that my naked pussy was.