These are just a couple of wild things I did with my other two husbands. Despite those wild memories fresh in my mind, I was still fantasizing about t...e wild night I had with my official husband while gently rubbing my pussy.“Is Ranbir cheating on me?” I wondered.Well, we women immediately think of the worse. As that one movie dialogue goes, “If your husband starts loving you more than usual or less than usual, then it means that your marriage is in danger.”I, too, had this thought for a. It was not enough to see her bridallingerie but it was enough to see under her dress and get a hint of herlacy femininity. As her garter was tossed I fought hard to get it and Idid. Her garter was mine! Little did people who congratulated me know itwas not about me being the next one to get married as the groom. No, itwas about me having some thing the bride wore on her wedding day so Icould have something of my very own.I excused myself and went to a restroom stall and slipped her garter onmy. Kenzie was tormented, her brother teased her incessantly. Her pride kept her from begging him to fuck her, suck her clit, anything to relieve the intense agony of need he was instilling in her. No one had ever shown her such tenderness and caring. She watched her brothers face and could see the love he felt for her expressed in his eyes and by the way he touched her, kissed her body. She found it strange that for the first time when having sex she felt loved, cared for and it was her brother. Then I felt his hand ride up my thigh, lifting my dress, his fingers dancing dangerously close to places it wasn’t supposed to be.“Please, stop.” The words were out of my mouth and I hated myself for it. He chuckled“I see what makes you obey.” His dug his hands to the meat of my ass and squeezed so hard I yelped. “I won’t tell anyone if you just let me go.” “You’re like a broken record Skye, you’re never going home. I will KILL you before I allow you to leave me.” Clyde spoke, as he entered his.