"Anything you want to tell me?" he asks. "N No" I mumble "just needed my husband tonight." I roll off him to my side of the bed. Laying on my side my ...ack facing him, I slip my hand between my legs. As my husband falls asleep, I feel how completely soaked my pussy is. Never have I been so wet. I can't stop touching myself. First one finger, then two, moving slowly in and out of my pussy. I add a third finger, pushing deep inside me I stifle a moan. One more yes one more finger, all four going. "No," Mrs. Jennings corrected. "I want you girls to play together.Wait, I got a better idea. Why don't we all have fun together? Sitthere and be good, my little darlings." Oh shit," cursed Nancy after she left the room. "You're going to hatethis."Mrs. Jennings appeared moments later carrying a tea set. She sat it down on a small child's table in the corner and motioned for us to joinher. Reluctantly we both did. "We're going to have a tea party," shesaid with a grin. "Now Kimberly, you sit here. Dad could be seen carving up her meat, while mom put down the camera and they began to eat Susan's meat. The tape ended with mom and dad looking toward the camera smiling with Susan's meat juice's dripping from their lips.Looking down at myself I could see my sticky fingers covered in juicy cum, I was so excited that the rubbing was starting to make my pussy sore. I stopped, but only long enough to load the next tape "Golfing Weekend". My room smelled of sex and pussy, it was the sweetest smell. He grit his teeth and inched back to the customer side of the cafe. Kirk had both guns in hand and their barrels forced his aggressors back. Owen pulled his head back from the doorway. Kirk was seeing red. It wouldn’t do to antagonize him. Owen dropped to the floor and crawled behind the counter. He had that Jacob guy. Brandy’s husband? Or the other twin’s? It didn’t matter. Kirk was crazed. If Brett wasn’t enough, Owen could Zapp Brannigan wave after wave of his women at the pawn shop owner.