She held her palm to her breast. "My husband?" Yes." He flipped back through his sheets. "All it says under reason is 'tuna casserole.' Could you sign...here, please?" But I don't want a gang rape," Mrs. Swampwater burst out at last in frustration."I wouldn't think so, mum. Wouldn't be a proper gang rape if you had wanted it now would it? It would be more of a gang bang. And your husband specifically ordered and paid for a gang rape."Sign here, please." But..." interjected Mrs. Swampwater."Mrs.. I'm married to HIM!" This thing?" He prodded Chuck's unconscious form with the toe of his cowboy boot. "Ain't much, darlin'. You need to be with ME!" Go away, Bert! You ain't happening. I'm calling the police!" I reached for the phone, but he was across the room in a blink. I was caught. Dead caught."Jenn, baby, don't make me be like this. I love you, baby. We belong together."My mind is going a thousand miles an hour. My Chuck is laying over there on the floor, bleeding, unconscious, knocked. Ab maine uski kameez utaar di aur phir uzma ko kissing karne laga.. aaaahhhhh wowww kya maza tha uzma me usey kissing karne me bht maza aa raha tha aur phr main uskeHonton pe kissing karne laga aur es tarha hum dono french kissing karne lage.. kissing karte karte hum dono sofe pe beth gaye aur sath sath main uzma k boobs dubane laga aur uske jism pe hath pherne laga.. uzma ab madhosh si hu gayi thi aur aaassssss aaaaaoooooo ahhhhhhh ooouchh ki awazein nikaal rahi thi.. phir maine uzma ki. You are already in the hole on that score."Yes, Daddy, I know." right back into character ... nice.Time to turn up the heat a bit. She was sloppy wet, just like the first time, so no problems there. Without any warning, I slowly pushed my thumb into her rosebud.She gasped at first, but the sensations of everything else was too hard to ignore.She was begging with non-sensible words now. And she was pushing her self back on my invading thumb, hard.Between licks across her clit, I asked her,.