Just barely, I remember William and Breigha dressing, hugging us, saying their final goodbyes, and the blindfold being removed. I remember, in the ha...y red glow of nearly dead embers, seeing my wife for the first time in hours, her hair akimbo, face flushed and anxious, full of life and love and wanting everything to be alright. We slept what was left of that night on the living-room floor, arms and legs entwined within a soft comforter, wrapped around us like a womb. Saturday, I rose before. The vibrations of the machine have you very wet and hungry to feel me inside you. Holding my gaze as long as you can, you turn slowly, placing your hands on the seat, bending over, and arching your back. My arms would reach around you to unfasten your jeans, and pull them down past your hips. Already exposed, you would feel me pressing insistently against you as I stood back up. With the tip of my cock, I would tease you, slowly sliding up and down, feeling your fluids saturating me. I would. You push away my scarf and suck on my throat as you try to unbutton my heavy coat. You finally get the coat open, but only to sigh in frustration, as you encounter another layer of clothing. You are not used to winter clothes, having multiple layers between skin touching skin. You groan as you delve under that shirt, to find another shirt between you and your goal.I giggle as you give up. I laugh as you look at my breasts forlornly, and hang your head and sigh dramatically. I take pity on you. Anna’s puffy cunt lips covered Marlene’s who quickly moved so that her crack was making a cross with Anna’s. The trick was to move your hips so that clits touched, hoping that yours would win the swordfight. Anna reached for Marlene’s tits who pushed her hands away and tried to grab Anna’s smaller rack. Anna slapped her hands away. Hands fought for a few minutes before each woman managed to get a good firm grip on the other’s tits. Marlene had seen Anna in a few scissors and knew she liked to.