A large red handprint formed, pulling a grin to his lips, and he slammed his hand down on the other side, wanting the cheeks to match. Enjoying the pr...tty red marks, his fingers resumed their light exploration, slowly working their way down. Because of her awkward position, she wasn't able to close her legs very well, so as his fingers worked their way down, they were able to trail directly across her, incredibly, wet pussy."You little slut," he accused, fingers moving roughly across her. You’ll just work through it. But try tocontrol yourself because dry heaving is a lot morepainful than throwing up.“Misty, let him rinse out and drink some more water,and then I want you to use damp cloth and cleaneverything off his face, so it’s sparkling clean. Nowplease move those pillows like I showed you before.Remember, I’m pulling Edwin’s legs up to lift his backoff the bed, and I want you to push some pillows underhim so when I lower him. his back is propped. " She will be," he said. "She will be." You know," I said as we made the transaction. "You remind me a little of Yoda."That night I went over to her house. She was still only 19 and lived with her parents. Her dad answered the door. I could tell he had never liked me - too old for his little girl. "She is in her room," he said. "You can go in but no funny business."He went back to join his wife watching tele in the loungeroom while I knocked on Susie's door. Her room came off the lounge so I. Thinking her shopping purchases were part of our monthly household budget, I blindly gave her money to pay for the household expenses. Only, I never suspected how much of a whore my beautiful wife was until she cheated on me behind my back and left me holding the bag for another man. The beauty about the swinging lifestyle was, with the sex out in the open, she didn’t have to cheat on me. We could have had sex with anyone at any time as a couple, but I guess my wife didn’t get that memo..