She was a well-dressed dowager, possibly in her sixties, in a red velvet dress that literally screamed money, but in an oh, so tasteful way. The amber...pendant on a heavy silver chain infused her ivory skin with a warm glow. Her hair was graying, but upswept in an elaborate coiffe that whispered understated elegance. She had her share of wrinkles, but the way she smiled in my direction warmed my heart. I had been starved for smiles from the opposite sex since... since before my problems. I had gone upstairs to the bathroom again and I heard a conversation going on in the next stairway, the one that went up to the top floor. I stuck my head around the corner to see what was going on, and there was Betty (my old girlfriend), my s****r, Chuck, and Rose sitting on the stairs and talking. They asked me to joint them if I wanted to, so I sat down too, still sort of hoping to get something started with Betty again. It didn’t take long to discover that one of the themes of the. "Never thought I'd get a kick out of seeing my wife's lips wrapped around another man's prick, but I do--I sure as hell do. Look at her sucking him--look how he's eating up into her hot pussy!" Uh!" Regina grunted. "Oh--uh!" It was so good, so thrilling, knowing the slide of his prick in her pussy, watching his wife and her husband do a sixty-nine.She fought to hold her eyes open, when they wanted so much to close in rapture, and she ground her pussy savagely onto Chuck's lunging cock while she. Together, she and the jester dragged me to a dark place. My sister was there, wearing nothing but a leather jacket with spiked shoulders and two deadly looking high-heeled leather boots. She was kissing a girl deeply, and I saw that it was Loli again, still in her shredded, semen-stained wedding dress. ‘What shall we do with this little bitch, High-Executioner. My sister turned to me while pinching one of Loli’s nipples. ‘Feed him to the snake.’ ‘THE SNAKE! THE SNAKE!’ a hoard of women chanted..