What neither one of us anticipated was that Brian, Jessie's husband would be one to share. Then came that fateful date, when the couple, who had moved...away not long after Jessie and I slept together, was back home visiting family for the holidays. It was six months after Jessie had a baby, which, if nothing else did, seemed to rule out any possibility that we would stumble again. There wasn't possibly a scenario that would serve nothing better than ruining someone's life.Still, Jessie and I. I was not so naive as I pretended to be. I liked being Belinda's plaything. You see I was starved of close company and apart from my prim and proper parents visiting maybe once a week, Belinda was my only contact. One day she presented me with several rather strange objects.They were of different shapes and sizes. I had no idea what they were, but I soon found out because my carer gave me a practical demonstration. They were vibrating toys? Yes, it would be true to say that the black bitch. The older woman was very attractive, probably in her early forties, good figure, always tartly dressed usually with quite high heels, a short skirt and always showing the tops of her tan stockings and the much younger girl was probably only about sixteen or s*******n, if that, not much older than myself and usually had a 'sort' of school uniform on with white ankle socks but not as attractive as the older woman, if fact a bit plump but still resonably pretty. They used to stand quite near to. . Ho . . . Ki awaz nikal gaye or mane mahsus kiya ki choot kuch gili hai to mene jaanbujh kar kaha gori tumne peshab kar diya hai kaya to gori ne kaha ki nahi to or apne choot pe hath farne lagi. Jab usko b hath me kuch geela mahsus hua to usne apne laal chere ko chupate hue muje kaha bhiya ye pata nahi kaise gili ho gaye mane uski thodi jhante pakdi or kaha ki tumhe ye tang nahi karti kitni lambi ho gaye hai mai to thode dino baad he dukhi ho jata hu to usne kaha bhaiya kaya aapke b isi tarah.