Dan had to cover his mouth again as he laughed lightly at Karen’s comment. God, how he missed the sound of her beautiful voice.“Oh, believe me, he...was definitely worth it and speaking of him...,” Vicky said, stepping closer to the door entrance.“Oh no, don’t tell me you brought him home with you! Well, you can fuck him all you want, but don’t include me this time. How come every time you bring a guy home to fuck, you always want to make it a threesome with me?! I don’t want anything to do with. We went to bed soon after that, and I brought up a cuckold story on my laptop for us to read together. Her passion had obviously been awakened by the dream we shared in Boston, and she stroked my dick as I fingered her pussy as we read the story.We sucked each other in a sixty-nine before we fucked, and when I was eating her out afterwards, she said, “I don’t know why you want me to read these nasty cuckold stories with you all the time, but seeing you down there lapping up your own juices, it. Jason had been the moody, reclusive neighbor, and she’d steered as clear of him as she could manage, because, frankly, she was scared shitless of him. David had been half his size, and any time he whistled or demanded ‘come here, pet’, she’d had to tremblingly obey, kneel silently, not fight in her restraints as David had done whatever the hell he wanted to her body. Clear, free, away from Jason she’d tried to stay, but the quiet, haunted man piqued not only her curiosity, but the more he. Towards the end of theday Isaac noticed me tiring and assumed command once again.I said, "I guess that this is the moment of truth," as I stood outsidethe wagon that had been stopped for tonight, holding the medallion inone hand and a pair of my pants in the other.Isaac stood opposite to me and observed. I held the medallion and thepants to my body and prayed to god that this would work.It didn't."Seems like I'm stuck like this," I told him as I angrily threw thepants on the ground and stormed.