You smirked, and laughed devilishly, "Your massage will commence soon. However, you might not relax every muscle." You did my face, neck, and chest.I ...urred. This massage was turning me on, as well as relaxing me. That's when I noticed something. “Where's your clothes, Baby?" Laughing with passion in your eyes, you answered, "Well, I don't know about you, but I cannot give you a massage with my clothes on." Uh-uh, with a sexy alternative idea I bet." Why not? Are you up to adding little sexy. Oh God!!!....Hurts!!!...Please?no more?!!? she pleaded between gasps.?You’re not at your limit yet, Rita. I can tell?I increased the pressure one last time. I now had a firm grip on the pliers handles, and the jaws at the other end had by now flattened her nipples with their bite. Aunt Rita let out a long gasp, threw her head from side to side, fought violently against my grip on her nipples, and finally, unable to control herself, let out the scream that had been trying to escape from her for. As he pumped her pussy with his powerful cock she moaned with every thrust. There I was, sitting on the side of the bed, playing with my little dick and watching my wife be sexually abused before my very eyes. No more fantasies... and there was no turning back.Casey suddenly froze; her face seemed uneasy of trying to suppress what was approaching. She tried to push him away with her arms, and her soft body tried squirming away under him; she mumbled "…wait, ..hold.". I knew she was going to. And how many couples need several months to figure out their feelings?” He asked.She sighed, as the reality of his question sank in. She loved Roger, she loved Mary, and she was developing a strong friendship with Jessica. Rose had promised Mary to find a man they could share. But could it really happen?After these thoughts ran through Rose’s head, she said, “Just promise me you’ll spend more time trying to get to know her. I want her to be happy and I think you can make her happy. But you need.