I shudder, feigning reluctance as I slowly part my thighs. The pulsating deep in my core explodes as your hand thrusts between my breasts, rough finge...s pinching and twisting my nipples beneath my white cotton shirt. Your lips land on my neck, teeth nipping and marking my flesh. I arch wantonly, thrusting the supple white globes of my breast into the firm grip of your fist. A small pearl button, straining under the thrust of your palms, disappears amongst swirling leaves, another follows. I imagined going to her from behind and throwing my body over hers and kissing her pale, smooth neck... I stroked a bit faster. I was getting really hard now. I wanted to savor the experience, though.Everything was still clear: Nobody was around.If she turned her head, she'd get an eye-full of my hard junk that I was just whipping out in the open. This thought filled my head and my body was moving all on its own. Oh, God I was so close... she was so fucking hot... my shaking hands were. Ben knew that none of the men had any intention of him walking away. He could see it in all their auras. He studied their auras carefully to see if he could find a way out of this situation without killing these men. Joseph had shown him what indiscriminant killing did in his garden of souls. Ben avoided killing whenever he could; even if he got wounded because of it. His only focus was protecting innocents. Now, he was in a hurry though. Joseph had told him how important speed was on this. "Miriam wasn't too sure about the swinging thing but told Jennifer that she needed to think about it.Maurice had encouraged his lovely blonde wife to buy some sexy new things for the important, special evening at the Maxwell's. It was more than just a special occasion; it was Miriam's formal introduction to the other partners and their wives.Jennifer went shopping with Miriam and together, the two beautiful blondes picked out some very nice, expensive clothes for Miriam to wear. Jennifer put it.