"Talk dirty to me," I told her."What?" she breathed, still in the throes of the last climax my cock had given her."Talk dirty!" I insisted."Um, uh, I ...on't know how," she said.That pissed me off! I had spent half an hour fondling her, taking her nipples one by one between my teeth, pulling my head back slowly, scr****g her erect milkmaids, making her gasp with pleasure, while also using my fingers and thumb to stimulate her soaking-wet cunt and her hot, needy clit. I then mounted her, ramming. I fought the pull, resisted with my mind while my own cunt throbbed, answering the call of its own accord. My attention was pulled away as Toshia cried out and I turned to watch as she ground her pussy onto Carly's eager mouth, crying out her climax to the room. Maureen sat back on her haunches, fingers playing between her own legs as she watched Toshia cum. I felt my pussy react with a twinge and shouted it down. Stop it, you filthy fuckhole, I told my body, these are girls! You're straight!. They started sending e-mail back and forth. They had been sending emails back and forth now for over a month. There content ranging from light, verbal illustrations of favorite sights, and of sex. Sex, by most peoples standards. For them it was much more, a void filling chance to share something very personal and fulfilling. With no strings attached. As Ryan come from a place of struggle. Shell had stated she had no needs, she had it all and had a good life. Ryan questioned this. But she keep. Walt and Vickie were hooked from the moment they first tried it. They made it a regular practice of putting together different sexual scenarios using a randomly ***********ed person to play the primary role in their fantasy. The sex play game usually progressed into unbridled wild sex, where each of them would pretend they were having sex with the person of their fantasy. It was an advanced level of roleplaying. In their fantasy, they were each cheating on the other, but in the presence of each.