“Can he touch you, can my husband touch your pussy” she almost begged “He loves big breasts and as you see I’m not blessed” playing with her...tits right in front of me. I was getting very horny now with the erotic situation, the smell of peoples sex as they got excited and the nearness of this very attractive women in her mid thirties sitting between my arms, I’m bisexual so it wasn’t doing me any good.“Can he touch you” she asked again.My eyes were closed and I just whispered “YES”.With that. She told Dominique all about how she had bent over for the stranger in the doorway during the rainstorm and described the feeling of his spunk hitting deep inside her vaginal channel. She explained it was more the "wetness" that overwhelmed her and pushed her into a veritable swoon still standing on her feet.Dominique was frigging her button frantically during the expose and had to hold onto Claire's shoulder to keep from toppling over onto the fluffy white carpet imported from Portugal. The. "I mean, look ather! Even when she's not all dolled up she looks like one of us!" There are kids in the school that will harass her, maybe even hurt herwhen they find out, you all know that don't you?" Mom sounded veryconcerned."Believe me," Janet said with a laugh, "she won't be in any danger atall! Not the way Johnny was looking at her! I'll bet that he, andprobably a few others, will make sure that nobody bothers her! He's gotit bad!" Well, my dad's a lawyer," Kelly said, "and he says that,. It hits just below my neck, across my shoulders. The tip flicks the side of my right armpit. It hurts like hell. I scream. He waits as the pain rises in a crescendo, peaks, and starts to subside. Crack! A second slash, just below the previous one, and a scream, heart rending. Again a pause, and a third stroke, and a fourth, and a fifth. I scream for the lash, and cry between lashes. He works his way down my back; as he reaches my waist, I swear to myself, for the hundredth time, that I will.