We finished our fuck, and Peter drove me to the bottom of our avenue, and I walked the rest of the way home, basically to let the night breeze cool me...down, so the smell of sweat, cum, and juice, wouldn't be so powerful as I walked into the house, of course my husband wasn't home, so I jumped in the shower, and gave myself a good scrub, feeling the tenderness of my cunt lips, where Peter had pounded them, I dried myself off, and got into my PJ's, which I had started wearing when Peter started. I sat alongside her on the sofa and played with her breasts and nipples. She was flushed, she was sweating and she was aware enough to realize that, unless she did something to interrupt me, she was going to be fucked, again.Julie reached for my cock and asked me to stop stroking her clitoris and allow her to do what she wanted to do for a change. I did as asked and Julie spent some time finding out how much of my cock she could actually get into her mouth without gagging.She did well; and when. I stepped out of them and stood before her naked and erect. She unhooked her bra and her massive tits spilled out. Then she removed her briefs, exposing her big bush. I slid my hand up her big thighs to her pussy and rubbed her hairs, taking a finger and searching out her fat slit. She opened wider as my finger worked its way through her forest of pubic hair to seek out her hole and clit. She was very wet as my finger went up and down her gash.We went over to her bed where she lay back and. The irony made her chuckle.Alicia was perfect, Angique admitted — well, perfectly flawed, many people would say. The girl looked to escape from a boring life that offered nothing but loss and defeat; she was sex-addicted and had been a submissive victim since childhood. So when she first saw this mysterious, leather clad woman dominating her leashed girls, pegs fell into sockets. It released new but familiar feelings — like déjà-vu's entering her mind from unexpected directions, hooking.