Drawing the fluids out as I press further in. Slowly, ever so slowly. You breathe, sweat beading on your brow. You want to speak, but that would break...the spell you're under. You drop your right hand to mine, trying to push my finger in deeper to satisfy that craving, that urge, that need to be filled. "Tell me, my dear," I whisper in your ear, "what is it you wish?" All you can do is moan and push your sweet ass back against me, pressing my member further between your cheeks. Swaying your hips. Soak it in the stew's gravy and it's almost like bread." Your mother could bake some good bread. She never taught you how?" I was seven when she took sick sudden and died." If you've got flour and some salt and a little yeast, I can make you up some bread. Sweet water makes for good bread. You have lots of sweet water up here, so I could make us some bread for that stew if you wanted." I just invited you to share a meal with me at breakfast tomorrow. I didn't ask you to move in and set up house. She ran to thebathroom and came back with the cloth and carefully wiped my chest.She said, ‘I’m sorry about that, I was aiming for your face.’ She saw melook and said, ‘I’m joking, I was in no shape to aim anything. It’slucky it didn’t hit the window.’We both collapsed in giggles at that and she kissed me again.‘Was it so bad?’ she asked.I thought for a moment, shrugged my shoulders and said, ‘Well, it wasalright, but I don’t think I'll be trying it again soon.’Her face fell but I couldn’t keep. My own sister mounted me and took me cowgirl-style, kissing me until my wife planted her pussy on my face. They made out for a good while, each lady using plenty of tongue while I found myself even licking Steph’s taint and ass. My wife squirmed, but I slapped her cheeks to make it clear that I wasn’t having it, either. I meant business. If they wanted to make a peace offering through sex, they had better admit what it was and give me what I wanted, too.Both ladies moaned very hard now,.