This was a young married woman with female needs demanding fulfillment. Bouncing up and down in an uncontrollable frenzy, my wife rode the slippery s...aft buried inside her wet vaginal cavity. If not for the strength of my hands holding onto her ass, I believe the wanton young lady would have bounced out of the tub. Our slow rhythmic mating dance increased in tempo. Ariel began wailing. She jumped and screamed. She jumped and squealed. I knew she was cumming! There was no doubt to the fact. I did my best to get to school on time, but I was thirty minutes late, because I had to track down a city bus,” I was getting pretty irate.“Back-up there, a minute,” she said, “You were about to tell her that you were in love with her. And what were you expecting from her, after you dropped that bomb? Stop thinking with your dick, Richard ... Use that brain of yours. Keep your feelings to yourself. You’ve been doing fine so far. I’ve read some more of your work online. It’s gotten better from. In our bedroom, Veronica sat against propped up pillows and leafed through a magazine. She wore a satin nightdress, a pale shade of purple with white lace trimmings. She looked enticing. ‘Did you look in on the girls?’ she asked. ‘Yes, of course. They’re both out for the count, the little darlings.’ I quickly undressed and climbed naked between the sheets and immediately put a hand on Veronica’s nightie-clad thigh. She had good thighs, lean and smooth. She smiled down at me, put her magazine on. ’ ‘Follow me, pet,’ Anne said. She got off the bed and headed down the hall, the strap-on dangling between her legs. Wanda, still carrying the breakfast tray, followed. At the end of the hall, Anne unlocked the door Wanda had been through once before. Anne turned on the lights and descended down the stairs, Wanda close behind. At the bottom of the stairs, they went through a second door into the basement playroom, a room filled with all sorts of devices for sexual pleasure or, as Wanda was to.