She stroked his cock, and pulled him closer and closer. Inevitably, like oppositely charged particles, the tip of his cock and the mouth of her vagina...drew closer together. Centering himself between her legs from behind, he probed forward until he felt his cock contact her wet labia. Her hand went down to guide him, and remained to continue diddling. At first, the tip of his slender cock went back and forth in her slit, not penetrating her opening. When she was ready, however, she arched her. But what if three people love each other equally?”“That was an amazing evening. We drank some wine and talked almost all night. The big thing was which one of us should Paul marry and which, therefore, should be seen as the mistress. I mean the thought of being a mistress is not thought of very highly in the US. In Europe, men have mistresses and as long as they can care for them, no one cares.” Lynn spoke calmly, looking the nurse in the eye.“We finally had a lawyer friend look into options. . ?" Margaret trailed off but leaving the question out there."I'm not going to answer that. First, it's none of your business. Second, if we were and I am not admitting to anything, but if we were, it would be disrespectful to her to say so."Margaret sat back in her chair and looked at her son. Most seventeen-year-old boys would either want to brag about a sexual conquest or deny it out right to their mothers. David did neither. "Maybe his vision story is true," she thought. "That kind of. "It seemed to take forever for Saturday to get there. Laura couldn't wait. Literally. She slept with Kendra again, and then with Randi the night before. I am a glutton, she told herself. I've been screwing two of the most beautiful women in the world, and I can't wait for the chance to screw two more. What's wrong with me? I'm a sex addict. A fucking addict. A beautiful-black-girl fucking addict.At eight o'clock on Saturday, she knocked on Shavon's door. Her butterflies were serious as she.