At around 8:30 that night I had just finished brushing my teeth and about to leave the bathroom when I turned to find Dante leaning in the open doorwa.... He was wearing a t-shirt with jogging pants. He lifted his t-shirt up to reveal that his hard cock was pointing up at his belly button pressed tight against his stomach by the waist band of his pants. His cock head was swollen and luscious, the veins stood out under the skin. He lowered his shirt smiling, obviously pleased at how instantly. Lauren snuggled up against her lover and Peter allowed his fingers to do the walking. Lauren’s breath became ragged, and her eyes closed as she succumbed to the waves of pleasure running through her lush frame. First Peter peeled the tops of her bra cups down, exposing her nipples, which he began to caress and fondle. Next, he slipped a hand down between her legs, to slide under the edge of her thong panty and tease her pussy lips. When his fingertip slipped inside, to caress her clit, she. "Of course, I could be wrong. But since I won't be protecting you andtrying to convince them they didn't see what they think they saw andinstead I'll be the one pointing these things out, I suspect they'llbelieve me."Loren stared at his red toenails for some time. "You rottenblackmailer."She smiled. Then she hugged him tighter. "Oh, come on. Don't even tryto tell me you didn't love it?! And don't tell me you don't want tokeep going? There is so much fun we can have with this."Loren. I’ve learned and accepted it wasn’t my husband's suggested swinging which released my secret puppet shadow. It was my pride’s creation, fornication its expression.Was I born with a libidinous gene inherited from Dad? Did he wantonly abandon a family in China for lust; lust of white women? Was there a threshold he once crossed and searched thereafter to rediscover, like me?How about Mom? Why did the shop owner give her sweets? Did she sway in her little sarong and beguile the shopkeeper? Did.