Her head cocked to the right. She wasn't smiling. She wasn't ... angry. She was perplexed, I think. I still don't know what made her come upstairs, an... I don't know if I'm going to ask her.I don't think I'm going to ask her because I think Wendy put her up to it. She was the calmest person in the room."What about ten years," Wendy asked to anyone who would answer."You and Damien have been fucking for ten years? Here?" Damien and I have actually been fucking for about 25 years, honey. We just. When she awoke, she was surprised to find herself wrapped in a man’s arms and he curled around her.It took her a moment to ascertain that she was still downstairs in the guest bed with Marty. She rolled over so that she faced him. He grumbled at her moving and tried to pull her back into his body. He slid his knee back between her legs where it had been before she moved.It was her cool hand sliding over his ribs that woke him fully. Marty looked at the woman in his arms. The memories of the. Wade snorted for air as she came, her messy cunt pressed hard at his face while she moaned with satisfaction, and then, in a moment, she pulled away and let her skirt drop back, still sighing as she moved to her array of implements. Wade saw her spiteful smile as she picked the looped whip from its display, his re-erected cock unable to allow him to deny a certain masochistic pleasure in his fear.“No! ... no ... please no, I beg you!...” Winifred Justice-Proctor simply smiled, he’d begged. I started rub my silk panties and pussy with my right hand. I was getting extremely turned on and I started feeling my juices flow. I spread my legs farther and slid my panties to the side. I felt the moisture with fingers as I rubbed my slit up and down. I moved to my clit and lightly rubbed it. I felt the desire for Chuck as I closed my eyes to fantasize about him. I continued to rub my clit with more and more pressure. The desire of having Chuck shove his rock hard tool into my pussy.