" I know Carter. But you're stronger. You used his hatred. It will pass."I say nothing. I hear him in me. He screams and gibbers in his prison. But he...s small and weak, still seven ... always locked into that moment. He never grew up. And I had to ... for all of us.Lynn's face still doesn't have Martine's smile just right, but it will in time. Then all will be well. In the meantime, it's hot as fuck to know you're getting a two for one deal. She doesn't mind, she's alive. When I ripped Martine. His head moving up and down, back and forth. Hearing the lapping, licking noises and my moans. My helpless, needy moans because of his godly tongue.He knows exactly how to do it when it's for me. The very angle, pace, speed, pressure, depth. Licking first up and down my smooth puffy cunt lips. First closed, sticking together with my juices, then peeling them open with his tongue. Sliding his tongue between them, up and down the slit, up and down my clit. Sweeping over my pink, throbbing clit,. His wife's hand was working its magic and he absent mindedly unzipped himself and fished out his six and a half inch cock. Soon his wife's hot hand was stroking his staff and before long he felt her wet mouth engulf his rigid member. The passion became too much as he shot thick wad after thick wad into her suctioning mouth. He leaned further back into his driver's seat just in time as Ritchie leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. Not just a mouth to mouth kiss but he pushed his tongue. And I was all too happy to keep offering my services. To this point, I had always either masturbated into the cup, or had my wife help me to cum into the cup. Except for the one time alone, where I was treated to masturbating in front of our friend as she lay naked in front of me. But there still had been no touching, and was no real sex was ever suggest or attempted. But time appeared to be running out. And the more and more my wife and her friend read up on the subject, the more "ideas" they.