I released him again, so that he moved back a few inches, and I looked atthe dangerous beauty of the enticing mound in front of my eyes, the crutchof ...is trousers, fastened with a zipfly, containing priceless treasure. Imoved into him so that I could scent his youth, and sure enough there wasthe delicate odour of the gently bulging cock packet, the promise ofboyjuice sweetly wafting through the wonderful prison of his briefs. I wasdesperate to see them.I raised my right hand and gently pressed. Sara slapped me hard and said to me, “Shut-up bitch, you'll leave when I say you can leave”. I was very surprised and shocked she had done that , I could not believe she hit me like that and talked to me that way. “You can’t do this” I said, again I felt a stinging slap on my face, “I already did” You fucking bitch, she called me. Hearing Sara call me that caused my breathing to become a little deep, suddenly my body was becoming very hot and I felt a wetting of my panties . “I will tell. "You two sistersare supposed to be hot for each other."That was all it took. Jean's head plunged between his thighs andshe began to work away on his fake vagina. He had no choice butto emulate her actions and go to work sucking on her clit. Whatcould be worse, he thought, than cleaning another man's driedcum out of his wife's pussy? He was about to find out the answerto that question.Shortly, he felt two more bodies on the bed. One of the womenwas lying on her back on each side of them. While. "His appeal can't be finished already," he said."What I have here may make the appeal go away," I said.I could tell he was interested.It was simple. I had twenty years experience dealing with people who were suffering the effects of using illicit drugs. My testimony was circumstantial, as was the fact that Karla had gone to see Wally in prison. It didn't really matter whether Wally had encouraged an online relationship because Karla was a woman, or because he found out she worked in a vet.