”Ada blinked out of a haze and half-turned and craned her neck to look her husband in the eye. “Charles, I have not spent any of your money or squ...ndered any.““I am not talking about money, love,” he soothed, easily turning her back around with the press of his palm and fingers. He leaned down again to speak into her ear. “I am talking about the orgasms you have stolen from me.”“I-“ She did not know what to say to that.“How many orgasms have you given to yourself without your husband’s consent,. It wasn't at all what I expected, but the thought of it was turning me on so much that all I managed to say was, "Yes Tara." "Good boy. Are you ready to feel what you'll be missing? So you can imagine what it might be like? So you can use those thoughts when you and your stupid meat stick are all alone?" She took my hand up her skirt and forced three of my fingers into her. It was the tightest pussy I have ever felt. "But you aren't getting in here. This is off limits to you." She put my fourth. "Jack?" She said in her honey smooth voice whispered. "What are you doing here?" Drinking in the sight of her, Jack noticed she'd lost weight. Now petite, with big breasts and thick thighs, she was more beautiful than he remembered. "You reek. Are you drunk? Hello?" She snapped her fingers in his face."What? Ye.. yes. I'm drunk. I'm not sure how I got here." Jack said."What do you want?" She asked. "Umm.. I.. can I come in? I don't wanna walk home. Please?"After a few seconds of thinking, she. Kneading the flesh in her hand, abandoning the woman's great knockers in favor of the treasures below, Vern began to lick the curly hairs. They tasted salty and sweaty but at the same time strangely sensual--as if composed of some secret sex recipe. Veronica licked the hairs, first gently, then passionately; pushed her hands around the woman's hips, pressing the skin inward, kneading it until it turned a faint shade of pink; moved her face lower still, until she was just about at Cecile's slit.