Sharon smiled and said, “Of course not,” and began her gyrations as Claire continued to kiss and fondle Sharon's breasts with one hand while she h...ld my balls with the other. Deep down, obscured by the intense pleasure of having my member inside Sharon and my wife's long fingers around my balls, rubbing against the base of my penis, I fleetingly wondered about the two women’s intimacy. But pleasure took over curiosity and I lay back and let Sharon move on my shaft. I have never seen two women. “I have a flapper bear called Savannah,” said Liz a bit sadly. I wondered why she would be sad about that. “She’s about this tall,” holding her hands a bit more than a foot apart, “and she’s choklit brown.” I nodded, wondering where this was going. “I have about five different outfits for her, so once every few days I pick out a new outfit for her and put it on. Right now she’s wearing a claret red velvet gown with spaghetti straps and a matching red velvet headband with a feathery thing over. Keep getting off. That’s what you want? Or you can’t help it? Can’t help it when you get your ass fucked??His left hand still clenched mercilessly in my hair, keeping my neck locked at a painful angle, he moves the other to my pussy. I react instantly. ?No! Don’t—?He pinches my nipple, hard. ?Bitch, didn’t you say you were mine?? He has temporarily paused in fucking me and my attention is divided between this dialogue and my extremely sensitive, pulsing, aching, pussy in its. He stared. It was dark, but their eyes had adjusted to that, and she could see him clearly. She knew he could see her too, and even that didn’t make her feel nervous. She couldn’t wait to see what it would be like.He seemed to take forever to get to his knees and get his face close enough to touch her. Then, as his lips came close, she was afraid all that slipperiness might smell bad. She took a deep breath and held it as she heard him inhale. She could tell he had done the same thing - held.