" Peter seemed to be asking for her encouragement as he felt the doubts begin to creep in."Absolutely," she declared with confidence. "He pretty much ...nows what he's getting with you already, so that must be what he's looking for?" she argued.He grinned his relief at her kind of twisted logic, before turning towards the door. "Have I got time to take a quick shower before dinner?" he asked over his shoulder."I've only just started to peel the potatoes, so you've got bags of time." So, how did. She never stopped to consider the consequences of her decisions.One thing hadn't changed for me. I was still determined to take care of my happiness. I had never been fixated on there being only a single path to achieving that goal. I was more than willing to embrace some change. One of the changes I was considering was to allow Emily to be an outside participant in our group. She would still be a part of us, but not necessarily in the group.If there was going to be a group, Mama would first. Maybe the flirting had gotten me turned on too as I found myself telling him he could at which point he leant forward and kissed me gently on the lips.I immediately felt a tingle go through my body and kissed Mark passionately with my tongue probing into his mouth. I felt his hand squeezing my breast through my dress and my nipples were tingling. We continued to kiss for a couple of minutes as he continues to squeeze my breasts, then he began to fumble with the strap of my dress trying to pull. His cock swelled inside me, I could feel it, stretching even more, beyondthe bounds of anything I`d previously known.I was his slut. His pussy. His cumwhore. I was the receptacle of hiscum, the willing and loving yang to his yin. His woman.I was his fuck.The stream of fluid leaking out of my little cock became a torrent, andsomewhere inside me there was a pulsing that accompanied it, which becamea throbbing pounding pulse, which just increased the amount of cum I wasspewing.And then, when.