He fucks me harder.He nears my spot again.My toes are curling. I feel the tingling from my spine to my brain.His big balls are banging my small ones."...our ass is so warm and tight.I am going to come inside you soon. My sweet bitch. I am going to buy you a pretty mini dress tomorrow and a sexy bikini. Lets let our wives and the world know that your my bitch. My bottom bitch. My new GF" I am so close. I hear the girls voices but cant see them.My face is on a pillow on the floor.I am in a sexual. As she reached for something on the top shelf, I could see her fantastic ass peeking out. I had a sudden thought, “when did she start wearing my shirts?” I seemed to remember that shirt on her now had gone missing a while ago. I reminded myself to ask her, knowing her guilty admissions exited us both.I pulled my computer to my bedside table, happy with the simple intimacy of watching her. As she left her closet, she glanced at her computer and, seeing me, came over to it. “Good night Big. As the time for Ged to come home drew near she became nervous.Then came the week he should have been home. Monday passed and he did not ring. Jet lag, she thought.Tuesday came and by evening Cassie became distressed."He's not rung me," she told Cheryl. "He's had second thoughts." Don't jump to conclusions, darling," temporised Cheryl. "He may have had to stay in the States a little longer. Phone Catherine Styles and find out."She did so and a sleepy Catherine told her that Ged had left on the. “Anyway you must stay for the party, it will be such fun.” She said.Sandy blushed, “I’m so sorry I have nothing to wear.”Marianne laughed again, and then her eyes glittered wickedly.“Darling,” she said gleefully. “What a totally marvellous idea.”“I don’t understand,” whispered Sand.So it was that when the guests arrived for the Halloween Masquerade, they were shown to a side room. There Marianne standing on a raised platform addressed the assembled guests.“Friends,” she called, “some of you may.