He was bland like the others, but his approach had more fervour. He rubbed her clit, shoved three fingers inside of her cunt and twisted. When done th...re, he removed them, placed them by her curled lips and grunted with a nod. She took the hint and sucked them through moans, before he removed them and slapped her, setting strands of hair across her shocked visage. Before she could process, he dipped the three soaked fingers up her big, mature rump.“Ooooh.” She clenched, then rolled her hips and. ”“I hope she’ll keep it that way.”“She will. Just tell her. Don’t ask.”Bully Brock again, but I think he was right. There was a large dose of submissive that Brock made my wife swallow, and I was going to prescribe more.“I’ll tell her that I’m going to do it for her.”“She’ll like that.”“I’ll bet she was wound up after dancing.”“Yeah, martinis helped. We drank for a long time before we started dancing, and she was already ‘wound up’ before we stepped onto the dance floor.”“Martinis do loosen her. Before shecould catch up to me, I was looking at the little costume dresses andgrabbing the dolls there on display. Even when she tried to get me tolook at things boys typically played with, I was more attracted to thethings for girls.Once we got back home, Momma took me back to Ms. Karen's. At that time, Iwas the only baby there. Taylor's family was on vacation then. Still, assoon as Momma was gone, Ms. Karen's two girls would put me back in adress, give me one of their dolls and then leave. Those full lips tasted even better than I imagined. This little stud knew how to kiss — he practically ****d my mouth with his tongue. We staggered into my bedroom and he dropped the daypack on the floor and yanked off his shirt. His chest was gorgeous — nice beefy pecs, big nipples and totally smooth except for a light trail of hair from his navel leading into his jeans. I barely had time to admire his chest before he he grabbed me by the back of the head, lifted his arm and shoved my face.