But he was reacting with admirable reflexes, his prick climbing to its full and turgid length, his balls working overtime to pump themselves full of p...ecious fluids once again. The cockhead that had so recently spewed creamy juice into Lauralee's mouth was now spreading itself in eager blooming, radiant with expectancy and starting to gather a clear pearl of pre-seminal liquid upon its tip.Lauralee didn't know if her husband--her ex-husband--had ever gone down on a woman's pulsating and hairy. Just a little tipsy that's all." You're not drunk are you Sally? Where are you?" No Jeff, just a little tipsy. Alice had her Hen Night this evening, and I went along..." Sally, I thought we'd agreed that you were going to give Alice's nuptials a miss!" We did Jeff ... but..." But what, Sally?" Alice ... well she's my friend ... and your friend too..." At one time, Sally; when we were kids. But Alice is a big girl now, and she forgot all about you and me a very long time ago. Anyway, we. I’m yours. I am your slut. Your fuck toy. Your lover. Your child. The mother of your children. I am all of that. For you and Renee, and this family, and no one else ever. Lock my collar. Own me. Take my life in your hands and lock my collar.” She looked at Renee for approval. Renee nodded and smiled. Broadly. CLICK. She kissed me again, kissed each of my wives, Renee last and most passionately, then joined the girls.Jane looked at me, then at my wives, then at the girls. “Is it OK to wait on. . honorable ... lovely. It couldn’t be sinful to feel this kind of pleasure with a man who actually liked her and was committed to her. A doubt niggled, reminding her that this wasn’t true commitment. True commitment was only achieved in holy matrimony. She frowned. She had no idea how to be a wife. She couldn’t even remember anything about her mother that was “wife-like”. Cooking and cleaning and shopping for groceries didn’t count, in her mind. She did all those things, and none of them.