She smiled. "Have you been fucking her senseless like she deserves?" I hesitated with my answer, but Melanie didn't wait. "That's okay, I know the det...ils. Jessica and I text each other everything." "Like what?" "Like the fact that you eat her out every night and make her cum like an orange juicer." Holy fuck Melanie was getting me hard. Even the way Melanie moved was sexy."Did you see the way my boyfriend was checking out her tits?" Melanie asked. I hadn't noticed anything, but now it seemed. Slave abby might think that she couldreach into this aperture and catch the string with her fingers, but she wouldbe wrong. In doing so, she would certainly be able to lift the keys up thetunnel, but when they push open the trapdoor, she would suddenly find her fingerscaught as the trapdoor opens, and in so doing closes off the opening in theside of the casing. The keys can only be accessed once they have been hoistedfully clear of the trapdoor. Once the casing is in place, The Owner. "Of to pee" I said "and to the back bedroom. I'll be up shortly."As my wife weaved a little as she ascended up the stairs and into the house, I surveyed the back seat. It was a wet mess with the fuck-stain clearly visible on the light beige fabric of my wife's car seat. I made a mental note to add to my wife's humilation by having her dress provocatively when she takes the car into the dealership to be cleaned.... Just so others would know that she is a back-seat fuck!I then joined her upstairs. She whimpered into the kiss as my cock filled her. Our breast pressed together. My nipple brushed hers, tingles racing through us both.I broke the kiss as I bottomed out in her. I pressed my forehead against hers. “How is it?”“Amazing, Rebecca!” she moaned, hugging me tight. Her hands grabbed my rump. “Oh, wow, you're huge.”“And you're tight,” I purred. “Ready to really be fucked?”“Yes!”I drew back my hips and then slid my cock into her. I groaned, loving the way her flesh embraced my cock. How.