“Please baby… I need you,” you whimper, hoping I’ll give in.I go faster but not deeper, the sensations delicious but superficial. Your frustra...ion is growing, my head still teasing you maddeningly. You moan in a mixture of pleasure and frustration, moving your hips lewdly, trying to get more of me inside, but I resist."Oh Gawd, please," you moan again, but still I say nothing."Please, I need more of you," you groan, rubbing yourself somewhat frantically, loving and hating this feeling."Fuck. “Sweetheart,” Suzie said with a cold smile, “maybe youwere too busy letting my husband fuck your little whitebrains out to remember, but right after DeWayne got youblack pregnant you weren’t taking very good care ofyour poor husband. Seeing that cute little bulge everyday, Jack was even hornier than you usually left him!Well, one day I let him ‘accidentally’ see me with myblouse open breastfeeding little Jennifer. Of course Ihad ‘forgotten’ to. .. the driver was..." My son," said Wendy flatly."Oh my goodness! That's a story in itself." She looked excited."I think not," said Tim firmly. "It was something that caused a lot of grief and unhappiness and we really don't want it all brought up again."She met his eye and saw the steeliness. She looked down again. "I can understand that and respect your wishes. I'm sorry. We newshounds..." she shrugged and smiled.Tim smiled back. "Thank you, Miss Williams."She left shortly afterwards. Her. Paul finally released her nipple and settled on the bed to Phoebe's left. Paige, who was already lying mostly on the bed between Phoebe's legs, continued lapping at her sister's snatch, capturing whatever stray juices came within tongue's reach, but mostly just maintaining the intimate touch to prolong the older girl's pleasure as long as possible. After an orgasm as intense as Phoebe's Paige had found it best to just ride it through and not stop what she was doing too abruptly. Best for who.