A bit of my jizz dried at the corner of her mouth.My wife and I chuckled about some humorous anecdote she’d made. She sighed amiably, smiling, and f...ll quiet for a long moment. Reflective. She closed her eyes for a spell then opened them again and looked directly at Robert as if she’d just noticed he was there. She seemed mildly surprised, maybe even a little amused.“Hello, Robert…” She said, “Having fun?”Robert chuckled, shifted his grip - taking hold of the back of my wife’s knee. He pulled. .” I must have looked liked a poor k** who’d just opened his birthday presents hoping for Buzz Lightyear – but getting Mr Potato Head!“Awwwww..... poor Roger” said Tracey, as she pulled me close and kissed me on the cheek, finishing with a little lick of my lips. “I wanted you to fuck my arse, too. Brenda’s been telling me how good at it you are. It was reeeeally nice of you to break her in the way you did”.Some months before when Carol and I hadn’t long known them, Brenda had asked me to take. “Help me!” the girl cried out weakly, looking for some reason at me. I guess she had concluded that Foster was the real bad guy and that I was her last hope. But even if I wanted to save her, which I didn’t, I wasn’t about to go into that cage and try to fight a monster. Besides, I kind of wanted to see this through.The beast fucked her hard and slow, rarely stopping for a break. In and out, in and out, it pounded its throbbing cock like a machine into the girl’s young pussy. I wondered if it. Slowly, I took her hand again and pulling it toward myself, guiding it onto my inner thigh. Giving her the opportunity to pull her hand away, I guided her hand over my manhood and held it there. She glanced at me then looked away just as quick, deciding to rest her eyes on the floor. She isn't sure what it is about me but something about me frightens her. I suggest going into the bedroom, she stood nervously, feeling a twinge in her stomach as she nodded yes. She wasn't sure why she did this,.