"If I can fondle yours. Deal?" I bargained."Deal!" and she was all over my immense mammaries, petting, squeezing, licking, and sucking.I was twitching...like an epileptic, during a Grand Mal seizure.Mary was like a bitch in heat, rubbing her crotch up and down my leg, while diddling herself to orgasm, after orgasm."Oooog glagh!" I gurgled, my face beet red and strained looking. I'm not sure the male brain is wired to handle multiple orgasms. I wanted to fondle Mary's breasts and all I could do. I own your ass! Now get over here and eat my pussy, bitch!"He complied right away and made sure Annette climaxed at least three times before he left. When Emerill left her house he was a completely a broken man.(and soaking wet)His wife was baffled as to the changes in her 'Emy-Pooh'. He just wasn't himself and he was always tired. They hadn't had any private time in almost three months and they most certainly shared private time with one another at least three times a month. Now he seemed. ?But you haven’t done anything wrong.? Her husband explained ?I’m just twisted enough that murdering you will bring me pleasure. You’ve seen me kill lots of little girls over the years, now it’s your turn. Bye.? Everyone waited with baited breath, watching the incestuous sodomy before them. Mr. Smith gripped the blade release and glanced at his son. When it was clear that the boy was nearing his climax he suddenly pulled the catch and the blade began its decent. There was a strangely. He’d probably want to ask her why she was driving around so late wearing so little, and she’d say…she’d say…she’d say it didn’t matter, that was all. Because it didn’t. She felt a warm, pleasant tingle between her thighs as she realized that. It didn’t matter why she hadn’t put on any clothes. She was just going for a quiet drive to noplace in particular. She took a left, then a right, then another left. She was on the freeway now, and a part of her mind marveled at the way she seemed to know.