“Don’t be so silly. I am old enough to be his grandmother “Donna said.Well it was the way you hugged him. I bet he did feel some big old white g...andma titties on him.I said laughing.“Getting a little jealous “ the wife shot back.Later that night as we were laying down next to each other we both were getting a little frisky.I told her to give me a hug like she gave StanShe laughed and said sure as she raised up her blouse and gave me a bare chested hug.We then had sex in our tent. I can’t. .. it put a great deal of pressure on both of them."I was friends with both of them and they both would pour their woes out to me." He looked at Freidal, his eyes haunted and piercing. "It was true you know. Your father had slept in the same bed as Diatha, but he'd never consummated the marriage. She lived in perpetual fear that someone would find out and that your father and she would be killed and someone else would come to power. Your mother loved Zarthan, more than she loved life. I feel him tap the back of my throat and relax, gagging lightly before backing off completely. I lick his shaft once and pump him with my hand before taking him back into my throat. I slowly deep throat him, moving his full length out to suck his tip before pushing it back in. As I pleasure him, Ethan leaks more precum and twitches within my mouth. I know he is about to cum and stay still until I taste his milk. I catch it all on my tongue and show him my creamy mouth with a smile before. It wasn’t real torture, but when she picked a hair at the top of my bush between the tongues of the tweezers and pulled, it stung. Then it was Mrs. Somerset’s turn, and she plucked with equal skill. This was going to be a long, long evening. They started talking between themselves, and I felt like a commodity, a piece of entertainment. Strangely, that thought did nothing to quell my arousal, and every little prick their plucking gave me could be felt deep inside my pussy. My stomach started to.