Somehow, she was in Bob's room. He was sleeping peacefully and when she touched him, she felt the hurt ebbing -- he would heal in time. She wanted him...to have a long and happy life, even if she could not spend it with him, simply because she cared for him -- she loved him. A soft kiss on his cheek and a quick ruffle of his hair and Janelle was content. He loved her, but he would one day be able to love another. They had taught each other about sex, and in the process, had learned about giving. The anticipation is making me crazy, and the silence is deafening. I can hear metal, and the sound of things being shifted, moved. Finally, finally I welcome the sound of the first human voice, even though his words send a shiver down my spine. “Having fun yet, slut?” The words, so unexpected, so startling I forgot about my mouthpiece and tried to scream. Then as his words made sense, I wanted to tell this…this man to go to Hell. All that came out was a muffled mumble, but he succeeded at. Isn't that what some women admire as well? The contrast? It's then that James began moving and pumping into my wife's dripping hole. She began yelping, then whimpering... Then moaning... Then pleading.... Yes, my wife was pleading, but not for James to stop, but for James to claim her!"Please" cried my wife, "Claim me as YOURS! Claim my pussy... Take it, use it, make me YOURS!" If I claim you bitch" James said calmly from above, "every inch of you will belong to ME. Sure you want that?"My wife. “Yeah, she’s great.” “I’m going to go make some drinks, you guys want some?” John said, standing, taking the drink order he went into the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later to find Jenny and Natalie making out on the couch. The trio moved into the bedroom. The two girls, Natalie the tall blonde with medium breasts, Jenny the short redhead with small perky tits, were in a sixty nine on the bed, with Natalie on top. John got on the bed and fucked Natalie while the girls ate each other..