“And what kind of women are those?” asked a miffed Kerry.“They are women that work for us but don’t know it. They don’t get paid. Some do it...for the thrill. Others do it to please their husbands.” Rebecca stated bluntly. “We have a network of women that men pay us to party with. Your mother and aunt are part of that group.”“The women think it is a swinger’s network where they can hook up, meet men and not be exposed. Most of them are conservative, church going, pillars of the community. But. ." I breathed softly and felt my walls stretch and him hit my cervix. He sighed. "You're just as amazing as..." His voice drifted off as he began to pump himself into ecstasy. My pussy found renewed vigor and pulsated on his cock, giving me more orgasms. Almost voiceless I moaned and spilled myself over him.The wetness, along with the orgasm caused one of his own and he dumped himself inside of me.And then I remembered about the condoms. Shit. He pulled his cock and looked at me. "I know what's. No matter how many times it hadhappened the stripping of their manhood was always one of her favoriteparts of this game. She gazed at her scrying bubble; the naga hadembraced him and was forcing his head between her breasts. Nalice smiledand slipped a single finger inside of her depths.Each time her playthings reality shifted it was an even greater rush thanthe last time. The latest one had bound all of his self-identity into hisstrength. Without that strength as he defined it he had collapsed. “Thanks’, but there’s no need to stay on the couch,” replied Johnny, “There’s plenty of room for three on the bed.”Exhausted from the emotional as well as the physical exertions, they settled for the night. Ling cuddled between them, her head in the nook of Johnny’s shoulder, her ass towards Orlando.As the conversation faded Johnny drifted into a restful sleep. Sometime later, a gentle rocking threated to waken him. He tried to resist, to stay in his dream world, but the dream dissolved and he.