Still locked in a deep kiss, I cupped her tits, rolling the nipples. I threaded one hand inside the robe and felt her bare back, tracing the vertebrae...down to her ass as she had done to me. “How does this work?” she asked in a childish voice, making me wonder if she was really ready or merely going through with it to support her claim, ‘now that we are fucking.’ She wanted description, a script to follow. It had been so simple with Ellen. She had been in charge, bending over the couch and. Finally, after two full days, someone remembered where she had moved, and provided John with the information. John then went to find the last house she lived in for the last four months before she died.John went to the street where his ex-wife and son had lived. He went to the door, filled with anticipation and wondering how his son would react to his father suddenly being in his life again after so many years. Nervously, John knocked on the door. The door opened, and a strange woman was. The torment and torture had returned. She didn’t know that she could survive another five months of this before she graduated. She wondered if she just gave in and tried to enjoy it, if that would work. The thought disgusted her. That was her answer and she knew it. Instead of coming once a week he came twice, and then three times a week. Then one day two things happened, one really bad, and the other, not so bad. The really bad thing was discovering she was pregnant. There was no doubt about. .. and my nostrils.“Lift your knees” I ordered.Mia smiled and lifted her knees, exposing both of her naughty holes to me and sliding down my wife’s body just a bit.“Grab Mia’s ankles” I told my wife, “And expose her cunt and asshole to me… to your husband who is about to take her… all as you watch.”Mia lifted her legs more and my wife’s hands wrapped tightly around her ankles. This curled up Mia’s torso more and there she was… a dripping pussy and a tight little asshole. ALL for my taking and.