And so hebrought the feather up toward her left foot. ?In Hawaii and the other islands of the south seas,? he went on, ?any of theyoungwomen from othe... islands who came to be captured were turned over to the womenof aparticular village. They would tie her down on the ground in the same positionas you are now, bring out a collection of feathers kept especially for thisoccasion, and begin to tickle her feet.? ?Ahahaha. Nohoho, not my feeheeheet!? Shihihit, nohohoho!? As he was talking, he began. Would she ever get enough of him? He was the best thing that had happened to her in a long, long time. She had come closer to allowing herself to care for him than she had anyone in a long, long time. But, as always, something seemed to be keeping her from making that real commitment, allowing herself total happiness. Lonnie backed her to the kitchen table and lifted her onto it. ‘Lonnie! What on earth are you doing?’ she exclaimed. Lonnie’s lips covered hers as he opened the buttons of her. I fondled her heavy, delicious tits and watched my cock slide in and out of her mouth, her hands gripping my thighs, and it was one of the most heartbreakingly sexy things I’d ever seen.“Now use your hand, too,” I said, and moved her right hand to my shaft. She looked up at me then, and I made a ring of my own fingers and thumb, held it to my lips, and mimed the motion, back and forth, with a little twist of the hand on the downstroke. She closed her eyes and returned to her cocksucking, trying. The scene was like a weird version of a voluptuous snake shedding its skin. When she was through with her pants she stood magnifisciently in the center of the room in just the matching white thong, and demi bra set she’d worn on our wedding day.“Nice lips,” Stud said, and he pointed at what looked like a lipstick tattoo now emblazoned on my wife’s right butt cheek. “Does it still hurt?”“Mostly it itches,” Jill replied about her new tattoo.“Well Lou, you better get started fucking her then to.