"Well, I meant it. Look around and use your vision now, because very soon now you will be flailing in the dark, blind, a husk of your former self, for...I will have fucked you so limp I may even have to feed you for a while." Sounds like some kind of torture," said Bob. "Why am I so eager to be tortured in this fashion?"She got up and came around the desk, pulling him to his feet. Her arms went around him tenderly."I changed my mind," she said, kissing his ear lobe. "I should be nice to you. I whispered, "Feel me out. I want to have your finger. I'm wet for you." Richard kissed me again on the lips and then started nibbling at my ear and kissing my neck, licking it softly and turning me on even more. With one hand he stroked my naked breasts while he eased the other further up my thighs. I was sitting up, but I started to lean back as I knew he was going to finger me. I leaned further back into the soft seat and he brought his fingers up, lifting my skirt.I whimpered as he pressed. Amanda sighed and let go of her breasts, marveling at how she was able to collect it all on her chest without a single drop wasted on the ground. She smiled as she felt the gunk already hardening on her flesh.My wife sat up and leaned her back against the big rock as Bryan stumbled to the side. She critically eyed his rapidly diminishing erection and the copious amount of semen covering her tits.“What? That’s it? No more?” she complained.Bryan gaped at her. “Goddamn it, babe. I’m not a. Athanala vera dress change panikrathu nalladhu than d. Illanaaaaa…” (ya this sounds good for me. We shall change another dress. Otherwise….)Pooja: “Enna da sollu, illana nu ippadi ilukura. Enna vishiyam enkita sollu da na un pondati thane..” (what are trying to say. Tell it completely. Whats there to hide from me. Am your wife na…)Me: “Hmm dresseh vendam di. nee enna sollura??” (we don’t need the dress. What do you say?)Pooja: “Hmm idha solla than ivlo vekka patiya da?? Mmmm enakku onnum.