And your husband is a fool for not using it."- "Thank you." - She gasped between grunts.- "A very good ass. I enjoy it a lot. And so will the next guy.... Are you going to continue to be a good slut? Do you want more strangers to fuck you?"- "Oh god, yes."- "Do you want to play with your pussy now?"- "Yes, please."I pulled out of her ass with a plop. She was confused for a moment until I turned her around and spread open her legs. I lined up and pushed my dick into her ass again. She grunted at. My whole shaft became so super sensitive that I held her firmly to me, stopping her from moving. Every tiny motion caused exquisite but almost painfully strong sensations along its length. For a few minutes no one felt like moving as we were gently coming down from the post orgasmic bliss. I remained deep inside my wife’s best friend making tiny movements; while she in turn rested her head on my wife’s hip, occasionally kissing the soft skin of her belly and pubic mound. After a few moments of. He told me Frances had explained everything to him and he wanted to know how he could help the family. It was so weird talking to a Catholic Priest in the kitchen of Justin's big house. He and Angela crept around like they were walking on hot coals. I think they were shit-scared of him, actually. I guess they thought he'd damn them to hell or something.The Father left the number for an incest support group in the Parish. I don't fancy comparing confessions with a bunch of screwed-up strangers!. She took a simple black cocktail dress, a string of pearls and a pair of four-inch CFMs and made them look like garments fit for a queen. By the time she was finished dressing I was so hot that I tried to talk her into a quickie before we went to the party, but she laughed, "Down boy. There will be plenty of time for that later."On the way to the party Nan sat and stared out the side window which wasn't like her at all. She was always lively and talkative and I finally asked her what was wrong..