I trust Barry”-she tilted her head up at me and in a voice so assured said-“I know you will protect me.”Jesus, as if I hadn’t already been roc... hard, my cock swelled even further. My hips flexed spasmodically upward. Still deep inside her it lifted her onto her toes and she gasped slightly as if in pain.So many thoughts raced through my head in mere seconds… ]‘I’d known women like this. It wasn’t just the sexual stimulation of getting gangbanged. It was all about balancing their almost. "I smiled and said, "I think I can find something you'll like, be right back lover!"I ran upstairs and dove into my wardrobe. A black lace corset with garters, back seam stockings, 5" fuck me pumps, a short tight leather mini with matching short jacket looked lovely and a slutty make-up job including cocksucker red lipstick and I was ready (and I do mean ready!!)I made my way down the stairs and called out: "Your slut is ready Chris, where are you?"He answered saying come into the den, "Let's. His hands feel really good. My nipples don't hurt anymore, not like they did before, and his hands are already making me hot. No, I already told him he could do whatever he wants to me. You want me to really tell him that? You're sure? Okay. Larry, Jane says you can do anything you want to her too." Clara was sticking her tongue out at me when I grabbed at my crotch. "Jane I have to get off the phone now because Larry's here. Thanks for calling and talking to me. I'll see you in school. Becca crossed the room and stood about four feet from where Anna was sitting on the couch. “What?” she said. Anna’s irritation grew. “Closer.” Becca took another step towards Anna. “What?” she repeated. Anna looked up at Becca. There was no question Becca was the definition of a trophy wife. Blonde hair elegantly maintained with curls that started at her shoulders. For an ordinary Friday morning and no plans for leaving the house at all, Becca was dressed well. A black skirt, knee length with a.