’ She turned around. ‘But why?’ ‘Because you really care about me.’ He moved closer, letting his fingers touch her hand. ‘And that’s wha... I want.’ He slid two fingers under her chin, lifting her eyes to his. ‘Someone who really cares about me.’ Slowly, he bent, assessing her response the closer he got until his mouth was touching hers. Her lips were soft and warm and smelled like the cherry lip balm that he’d seen her use earlier and he slipped his hand fully inside hers. When he stepped back,. " Wrong impression, hell!" she retorted angrily. "What impression do you expect me to get from this?" And with that she planted her hand firmly on my crotch, squeezing and releasing my balls. "And don't try to pull that faithful husband crap on me, I know the kinds of things you do in here when the door is closed." I suddenly thought about my network mail and the pictures I had been downloading, and a shiver ran down my back.Her voice suddenly got softer as she continued, "and the door is. She went upstairs as I headed to the kitchen to make a pitcher of our favorite summertime drink, backyard iced tea. It consists of lemonade, unsweetened ice tea with our preferred rum. I placed the pitcher in the refrigerator and put two highball glasses in the freezer to chill. I quickly went upstairs in hopes Brooke was still in the shower. Reaching the bedroom, I heard the shower and promptly undressed as I moved toward the bathroom. Standing motionless, I watched as she stood beneath the. “Smile for the camera, Dianne. Tell us who you are,” somebody said to me. “I’m Dianne, I’m a cumslut, I am looking for a partner to fuck me,” I said, in a very intoxicated, euphoric state. I never felt more alive. “I’m comming now,” the man fucking me yelled. He pulled out to spray all his cum onto my back and hair. I looked up with pride into the camera filming me and I cupped my breasts and smiled, without a care in the world. All the girls were finished with their fucking action long.