.. uh ... okay, Jenna." Dave took the washcloth and started to rub her butt. Dave was surprised that she didn't react to him putting his hand on her b...tt. It was a nice soccer butt, muscular but not too muscular. It was firm and felt pretty good. Kneeling down, Dave started to wash her soccer legs, just like her butt, shapely and muscular. As he washed her legs, Jenna spread her legs a little bit. After she did that, Dave looked up and from his angle, he could see Jenna's pussy. He thought that. The passion I had in previous relationships was never there but we got along fantastically otherwise. Despite the lack off passion, I still of course wanted sex with her whenever I could, even though she was about as into it as a cadaver. Still, I knew that being married, she was the only option for a sexual partner that my culture would allow. Several years into our union she began to cut back on the sex more and more. And when I began to show any signs of romance she would begin to “change. I grabbed Emily around the waist and lifted her up.“Open those legs bitch.” Emily was sobbing as she spread her legs. I slowly let her down till she was straddling the rough rope like Tara, she yelped as it rubbed against her sensitive pussy. “Oweeee, please.” The rope was too tall and Emily could barely touch the floor with the tips of her toes. I held her balanced on the cord as it dug into her pussy. Jim worked quickly to adjust the rope down. I couldn’t help but reach out for Emily’s. “The temptation for her grows stronger, and she steps closer, longing to feel her suitor’s lips against hers.”His words reminded Marguerite of their kiss earlier, and she felt a warm stirring inside her body. She knew she was blushing and looked away.“She steps back and tries to resist her growing curiosity,” Jacques added as the couple stepped apart. He reached out, and she placed her hands in his.“But, she feels the desire growing inside her, and she can no longer deny it,” he said as he.