She liked that idea and took another big gulp.Jennifer was certainly slowing down. It took quite awhile before she finished that third glass of wine b...t just as soon as she did she removed her jeans and posed for me. She smiled at me as she leaned back on the couch and opened up her legs so that I could see the wet crotch in her panties. I got closer to her to take some more pictures, to admire the picture of Snow White on her mound, and to smell her wonderful sexual arousal.She confessed that. And so he should be, I reasoned. In our first encounter, although bound I had resisted violently. But in the end, under the artful manipulation of my wife, my resistance had broken down and I willingly served his needs. I had seen the video of that night many times, and my ultimate pleasure in servicing this young man was undeniable. The second encounter had pretty much the same result, and among other debased acts I had eagerly sucked his come from my wife's pussy as he watched. So, as I say,. " You say that like you don't intend to any more."I looked at my watch. "Got to run. Can't be late for Calc." You walking me home tonight?" If you want me to." I do."That afternoon when I left school I saw Cookie standing and talking to Jason and I walked up to them and stood there waiting for their conversation to end so I could leave with Cookie. Jason turned to me and said:"Beat it ass wipe. We're busy."It wasn't cool of me; not in the least, but I dropped my book bag and punched Jason in. But she herself had made love to several others in the last week as well – with the perfectly valid excuse that she was ‘on the rebound’. And now Jessie was standing there ‘needing’ her and wanting her forgiveness.And she hadn’t asked for it, either, simply stating instead that she wanted it. Typical Jessie – always wanting, always demanding her own way. But that wasn’t really the problem here, because they both wanted the same thing – each other. And Jessie was someone who would never.