I’m a piss-poor excuse for a Jew, haven’t been to temple in ages, I’m definitely not kosher, I smoke like a chimney, and hell, I’m an adultere... to boot, but I do embrace some concepts from my faith, I guess.“My daughter’s a better Jew than I am, of course, at least in terms of observing the high holy days, going to temple, etc. She’s not kosher, either, and she has slept with a married man, at least in your case. But she’s a lot better Jew than I am, yes. But she also gets the revenge thing,. It was one of those sessions that paused only to experience deeply-felt orgasms and we helped each other by slowing down at just the right time. The carpet under Camryn’s legs was literally soaked with our juices as I came down the homestretch and grabbed her pony tail to help me focus as I drained my valiant tool inside her slick and painfully tight passageway of pleasure. I loved the sound of her simple whimpers and watched her drool saturate the quarterly report book with soggy release. She. She had, in fact, seduced and bedded six married couples and probably two dozen boyfriend/girlfriend combos since being bestowed with the gift of the pheromones, including two couples that she had maintained relationships with for more than half a year. She had involved herself sexually with these couples without hesitation, without guilt, marking the experiences as nothing more than another conquest of her predatory nature. But those couples were not correct destiny couples and which meant,. “But it didn't stop there did it?” Dave said.“No, not exactly. He put my hand on his cock through his jeans and… well, I sort of rubbed it a bit,” Jane stuttered. “Well, he must have thought I was up for it and has been texting me asking for a one-off fuck.”“And you are considering it are you?” To her surprise. Dave didn't sound angry, just interested.“Not exactly, but a variation has crossed my mind,” Jane said.“A variation on a shag? What the fuck is that exactly?” Dave had raised his voice.