As Marilyn departed the scene Margaret scooped up some of the juices as well and, rather than applying them to her clit as Marilyn had done before tak...ng enough away to try, she raised her fingers to her lips."Mmm," she thought. "Pussy juice is delicious. How come my bastard boyfriend -- no, definitely ex-boyfriend -- refused to go down on me then?"Since John had been comparing, she offered her next sample to him but then was busy collecting samples from the willing women on either side so she. His eyes kept drifting from it to theaccessories he had bought to make the outfit come together. While hehad owned the dress for years, he had decided to take it further thanwhen he sported it around his apartment.Once he was certain the glue of his forms was set, Joss pulled thefigure hugging dress over his head and down his body. With the dress inplace, Joss walked into the bathroom to look in his vanity mirror. Headjusted the large blue bow over his form-enhanced bust with a grinbefore he. ." Spinning and spinning, reaching and flowing. Dizzy with euphoria and always feeling like you're just a few inches short of reaching me. And then at the end, nearly falling, hanging by a thread ... before finally picking yourself back up?" It's a routine..." Just a routine?" I cocked an eyebrow and looked at her expectantly.After a few seconds, Sasha crumbled and sighed. "Okay, so it was about you." I'm flattered." I'm in love with you. You're okay with that?" Of course." So what do we do. I take in the beautiful women wearing little and leaving little to the imagination. You, my love, eye up the guys checking out their round, firm butts. We agree that one day we should join a foursome. Talking about this makes us horny again. Back to our hide-out we went. Ours is a cottage far from nowhere. It sits in a cozy corner of a friend’s farmhouse, surrounded by huge blue gum trees housing a variety of fauna. Our one bedroom was designed to be uniquely ours, dominated by a massive king.