But with her hormones low, Megan was only afraid. But, in bondage, she had no recourse. Emily was going to return, and she was going to receive anal s...x. And Emily was right, if Megan was to assume the woman's role in bed, any future claims to masculinity would run hollow. A tear swelled and fell to the sheets.After 15 minutes, Emily returned. ``This is going to be so hot. Real women get fucked, you must be so ready.'' Emily applied some lube to Megan's asshole and the strapon. Eventually,. I knelt down and she handed me a couple of tins and I put my hand up to get the next item without looking. I got a surprise when instead of handing me something she straddled my hand and I got an even nicer surprise finding out she was wearing no panties. She looked down at me and said "I bet you're a real filthy bastard aren't you" I grinned and started rubbing her clit with my thumb while I slid a couple of fingers inside her and started rubbing her pussy wall at the same time. She moaned oh. Bourbon, please.”“Blanton’s OK?”“Perfect. Thanks.”“Hi, Steve!” Wendy Glass called out as she walked into the room.“Hi, Wendy,” I replied, and we exchanged a ‘society’ kiss.“Thank you. Lisa is obviously glad to be home.”“You’re welcome.”Lisa brought me my glass of bourbon and brought her dad a glass of scotch.“I can’t drink while I’m on parole,” Lisa said.“Say what?” I asked in disbelief.“It’s one of the requirements. No drugs. No booze. Random drug test. Random, unannounced visits from my PO to. He was running his feet over hers fondling her toes with his. He sure has a foot fetish like me. I love to do that to her also. My wife looked at me and I could see she was in full passion. When ever she was extremely horny her ears would turn beet red, her lips and face would swell slightly and her pussy lips would swell to twice their normal size. She looked in a dream state. Its like she was in a trance and all she could do is make love. Mario looked at me also but his look was wilder. His.