She crossed her legs, lit a cigarette, and said, "Looks as though you have a not-so-slight problem below your waist." I nodded, and she said, "Didn't...your mother teach you it's not polite to walk into a lady's room when she isn't dressed?" I shook my head, and she laughed, saying, "I am very glad she didn't," and stood up. I looked her up and down, and she did the same to me. "It's going to be warm and humid today - wish I could get away without wearing a bra." She walked over to me, pressed. On the bedside table was a bowl with dark grapes from which Thomas began to feed his wife. With a sultry smile she snatched the berries from his fingers before she took over, feeding him in turn. Thomas found that eating grapes and sipping the cool wine with Mirabel was also quite arousing. At one point, she dribbled some berry juice on her chest and he darted forward to lick the sweet and sticky juice from her left tit. Mirabel moaned deeply and held his head against her chest. In the blink of. It was time for her to learn that her anus was a sex hole too, even if she didn't like it. I had to tighten down the belt a couple more times while I popped her butthole open, intermittently cutting of her choked sobs. When I felt her pop open her legs jerked in the cutest way, and kept jerking every time I pushed a little further in. She must have felt like I was going to split her open, because every 3rd thrust or so she'd try to lift up again. With no leverage and a belt choking her,. “You should be careful about adding more people to your pod anyway,” Mom advised. “What you have now has grown organically. You knew each other. You worked with each other. You played together. There was a lot of getting to know each other and getting comfortable together that happened before people were added to the pod.”“I completely agree, Mom,” I said—perhaps too emphatically. I really couldn’t imagine adding another woman to our group. We needed to be focused on supporting each other. And.