My choice would be the splendid rose, a clichéd red one. Vivid like the cheeks of the blushing bride as she offers herself to the groom on her weddin... night, would be where I would feast. The rose, the place of such beautiful aroma, the bouquet enough to put the hardest person in a state of relax. Sometimes I wish I was an ant, all feisty and small working vigilantly to get the entire job done. And the strength you have as an ant would make anyone feel powerful. Imagine what a show you could. Although, he imagined her husband fucked her there too. He could tell she was a whore. She liked to talk like a skank. She loved getting fucked.“Fuck, she sucks cock so good. I want to fuck her now. Get on the bed!”The trio walked over to the bed. The white guy got comfortable on the bed, while Kelly positioned her pussy over his cock. She moved and rocked her pussy over his dick. He played with her watermelon style tits that were more than likely breast implants. Her pussy was nice. “Untie her,” Miles didn’t blink as he gave the remaining guard an order. He knelt down by my head, I closed my eyes preferring not to look at him. He managed to tighten the cloth around my hands painfully before untying them. I sat up rubbing my wrists, unable to speak. The skinny guard lay with his head in a pool of his own blood. His eyes were staring unseeing at the cave roof. I shuddered. “Get dressed, Bess.” Miles was getting good at throwing orders around. I stood up unsteadily, then. “They know the downstairs and the pool is a no-sex zone.”“You’re okay with your kids having sex?” asked Josh.“Sure. They’re all over eighteen. Besides, if we got upset with them, we’d be quite the hypocrites, wouldn’t we?”“I guess so,” said Josh.The three of us went slipped into the pool. Josh did a couple of laps, while Lisa and I talked.“So I guess your kids know about your lifestyle,” I said, half asking a question.“Yes. We’re completely open with them about it.”“And you’re really okay with.