When can you come over?” It was almost six-thirty and she and Tom had grabbed a couple of burgers on the way home.“Give me ten minutes!”Terri si...ply shook her head as she hung up. Barbara was trying to keep it all in and totally failing at it. She stood up and went looking for her husband. She found him in their bedroom, coming out of the bathroom. He looked at her curiously. “Honey, Barbara’s coming over.”Tom simply raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm?”Terri shrugged. “It might just be a girl’s night. Immediately all worry and fear was washed away by the blissful, blessed humming. He didn't even have to wonder who had put it on the disc, or why it was so soothing, or anything. He fell back on the bed and let it possess him utterly. The walls became perfect, exquisite, just the right shade of pink. The clothes in his wardrobe were exactly right. His old furniture was disgusting, and it was obviously past time to get rid of it. Everything had fallen into place, and everything was right. He got. She put the wedge under his hips to raise his ass to her and began to shove the big fake cock into his tight ass. When she had it deep in him she began humping him harder and harder as she grabbed his cock and stroked it and had the lad screaming from pleasure and some pain. She ass fucked him for over an hour jerking his cock and letting the cum squirt onto his stomach in which she would feed him later. She kept him strapped to her bench for two days fucking him and feeding him the tablets.. The other traced a few circles across the front of the satinypants before slipping under the top, down to where the liquid magma oflust was flowing.My fingers toyed with my saturated sex, teasing my clit and slidingjust inside the drenched folds. Despite being a nearly closed system,the gap between my underwear and the flesh of my mons. Wafts of headydesire drifted up through the opening, mixing with the steam andfilling my brain with deliciously horrible desires.I kept my lower lip firmly.