Nope,” she finally said. There’d been a risk of her waking up, but I wasn’t worried—I hadn’t started a hypothetical. Her memories were safe....��Why don’t you want me to fuck you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.“You don’t love me.”“Do you love me?”“No way.”I know it shouldn’t have—I was literally using her as a play-thing and lab rat—but yeah, that stung a little.“Why does it matter if I love you?’“You should only fuck someone if you’re in love.”I paused for a second, before remembering one. Especially the part on the couch." And we all went red. "I thinkwe need to talk - this has been a bit weird" he said.We all sat down on the rug in front if a nice warm fire with a drink inour hands. Mary wrapped me under her arms. The conversation went toplaces none of us ever expected with truths coming out that none of usimagined. Mary explained her need to be feminine to Brad and how much sheloved him holding her as he did. She wanted more of it but loved me somuch that she could not hurt. Greg loved to watch Allison undress; although she normally didn't turn it into a striptease (except on special occasions), she had a certain grace that turned the simple act into something sexy and erotic. When she unfastened the buttons on her blouse then threw her shoulders back to let it slide off, it thrust her chest forward in the most alluring way. Her chest was, in his opinion, tied for first place for her best feature, along with her eyes and her hair. Then when she placed her foot on. "I love you, I love you, and I love you some more, I swear," she praised me, thrusting his cock. "Yes, I'll stretch it out as much as you want, so it'll get used to a big and black cock, just like Gemma's pussy."I nodded, but didn't stop pleasing Gemma. I grabbed onto both of them again and pressed my tongue on her nipples even harder. That indeed got her to scrub my head as hard as she could and act as if she was getting pounded."And don't forget to finger fuck me, Greta, don't disappoint your.