The memories were very arousing and fueled our sex talk. Home, where we met, married, have a house and numerous social friends. Home is also where the...sex games began. Carol has always been a scandalous flirt. She would dance with men while she was wearing scant clothes. She would mold her body to them and hump their legs. After she danced and flirted with the men, at home in bed, I would whisper to her, "Do you want to fuck him? Can I watch?" The turning point was at a party where everyone. Janus, another neighbor, says the same thing. She saw you and waved hello, but you never once paused to glance in either direction. When she saw you racing into the street, she glanced up just in time to see the car approaching and you and your sister narrowly being missed by it. From her account, you couldn’t have seen the car, since it was traveling so fast.”“People remember events based on emotions rather than details. When they don’t recall the specifics, they invent them to fit their. ’ ‘Not if they don’t want. Is that what you want?’ ‘I don’t know. Nobody has ever asked me what it is I wanted.’ A pause. ‘I didn’t force you to wear the chastity belt so I could assure myself that if we were blessed with bonny babies they would be mine, Kinlee.’ ‘Oh,’ she mused, perhaps more confused than ever. ‘Let’s just be clear, to avoid any miscommunication. The only man giving you babies is me, Kinlee. If you want babies, that is.’ Kinlee tipped her head on the side. Something was. The skin behind my balls was tight. Her eyes were closed but I knew she knew it was me. Soon, we both knew, the evening would be over and we'd dress, climb into my car and I'd drop her off on my way home. When I get in I'd shower well then I slip under the sheets with my sleeping spouse and my day life. I guess Suzie did the same. Some night, as we both look into the lights of the traffic, I'll ask her.My cock was soft and sticky from before and before that. The last encouragement of the.