’ ‘What makes you think that I could do that?’ ‘I just have this impression that you could rise to any occasion.’ Annabel laughed and twitch...d the reins. As the horse started away she turned her head. Her eyes showed her mischievous side. ‘Can you?’ She laughed and cantered away. I laughed too. It was one of those quips that had to be said. My words were not intended to be flirtatious yet Annabel had quickly taken the unintended double-entendre and replied to the other meaning of the words. I. He imagined his hands over the rough lace stocking tops, working upward; a delicious friction, and then finding her smooth skin and the heat of her arousal. She caught him looking and he turned away quickly, his face flushed. When he looked back later she returned his glance with reproachful eyes. She opened her thighs slightly, teasing him. He sipped his drink, dreaming of her thighs spread across him, riding him into submission, swelling each time she dropped down on his body to fill. ”Frances saw that she was being pushed into a corner, and tried to deflect the pressure by passing it on.“What do the rest of you think? At what point does a female get to be fucked regularly by Reg? This is OUR husband we are talking about, girls, not some theoretical problem. Whatever conclusion we come to, we have to live with it in the long term.”Prudence wanted to know, “On that point, Frances, doesn’t Reg have an input into this equation?”Frances partially conceded, “We could bring him. He lapped at her pussy, moving his tongue freely from the inner lips to the outer. May gasped and clawed lightly at the ground. Max tapped at the little button which was sticking out, and May let out a strong gasp of air. “Too strong Max. Don’t do that yet.” Max nodded and returned to simply lapping at her slit. Occasionally he would worm his tongue into the pussy itself, and that would make her squirm around. He decided to try the little button again. He put his lips around it and gave it a.