"She lifted her eyes, searched my face. "Oh, please, don't," she pleaded.I cocked my head. "Go on," I said. "Get in the van, strip down. You try to sc...eam or call for help, and I shoot the kid. Go on."The woman trembled, recoiling as she gave me a shocked look. "Oh, sweet Jesus!" she huffed. "P-please!"I gave her a look, waiting. The woman's eyes watered, and she clutched the baby carrier. The little tyke babbled and cooed nonsensically, flailing his little arms and legs. I assumed the baby was. It seemed that even though Lisa sat relatively quiet when Emma was giving all the dirty little details of her latest exploits, she always went a little further than normal in bed. But tonight was different Emma had been telling us about a married couple she had been having some fun with, of course I kept pouring wine and asking for more details. The tale Emma told us had included toys, girl on girl and anal sex, as she told us my cock was swelling painfully and I noticed Lisa gulping wine her. Her skin looked so soft and smooth that it was all George could do not to reach out and touch her face: her skin was flawless, only now beginning to warm up, and he wanted to be the one to warm it up for her."Right, Dad?"George snapped out of thoughts. "Definitely, hell yeah," he said, without any idea what he was agreeing to.Amy was upending her beer already. George jumped from his seat and strode toward the kitchen, then returned from the fridge with another special beer for his daughter but. “I’m just a bit… you know… after… you know.”“Yes, I can imagine,” John says.At that moment, Mark’s tongue works its way between my labia, finding my clit instantly. It’s all I can do not to gasp out loud. I force my voice to become steady. “I enjoyed it though. Thank you, darling.”There’s a little pause. As Mark’s tongue teases my clit I’m seized by the thrill of it all; it’s that familiar thrill of the illicit, because how much more illicit can things become than having my pussy tongued while.