Before we left, Addie got a big grin on her face, telling me that she had had a thought, probably one I was going to like.I wasn’t wrong. “Hon,”...she said, “What would you think about me calling Kayla and asking if they’d like to come over tonight?”I thought about what that would mean and if I hadn’t already been hard, I would have gotten that way. There was a problem, though, “I don’t know,” I told her, “remember what she said about Ethan with another woman? I think that might be a problem if. I am open minded … We made love all that afternoon and long into the night. Kissing, touching, and fucking – fucking with her hot, hard, live cock. First I thought of it as the best damn strap-on anyone had ever used on me, but as she pushed me down to stroke it and suck it (I could find no flaw on it and it was totally hairless as well – actually, it was quite female like), I found it to be a true part of her, and every time that she gave a girly moan when I was able to bring it to it’s. Didn’t the Nazis do this? The cramps got worse. I couldn’t stop making pain noises. He pushed it all the way in. I felt my pussy lips close up behind it, trapping it in. It was the biggest thing I’d ever had inside of me, easily, and it was killing me. Horrible.“Atta girl,” he said to me. Pride burned inside of me. I could take this. I could take anything. I loved him.He petted me, running his fingers down the nape of my neck, my spine, back up again. The honey was finished; my gut hung bloated. .. fucking?Was she somehow fucking the sawhorse?Frank was astonished at the sensuality, the sweet instinctive well-oiled humping of Julie’s tight thighs and hips. The quiet sleek way her body thrust forward, but only from her waist to her knees, then slipped backward, running her cunt slit back and forth along that pointed rail of love!Then, for the first time, Frank noticed the sweet perfume in the air.He had no idea of what that smell was, but he knew he liked it! Loved it! And wanted to.