The sound started first, while the screen remained blank. "Please," came the voice over the TV speaker - HER VOICE! "Please let me fuck you. I want to...fuck you." The picture faded up, with her - Stacy - clearly visible in the centre of the room, looking over at some unidentifiable person on the bed. "Please," she repeated. "Please let me fuck you. I want to... I really do. I'm sorry I was mean to you before. Please let me fuck you?"It was at this point that Stacy tried to jump up off the couch,. ‘What if it’s me?’ she asks. She pulls the covers up over her head. ‘What do you mean?’ Lynn’s only reply sounds like teacher from a Charlie Brown movie. ‘What?’ Her head pokes out. ‘What if I’m broken?’ She moves the covers up over her head again. What if we couldn’t have children, would we still be in love. In high school we used to joke about the names we would like to have. College we formally decided on names for a boy and later a girl. Now we have rooms ready everything we ever dreamed. They felt so warm and soft on my flesh. His hand moved across my breast, squeezing my nipple between his fingers as he cupped my breast with his hand. He moved his head down and his hot mouth kissed my stomach. My pussy was on fire and I needed to be touched there. I placed my hand on his head and tried to push it down. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head "there will be plenty of time for that" he said with a devilish smile. He pulled his shirt over his head revealing his ripped. Martina knew exactly how to play with me, and with three fingers up my twat she rubbed my insides just as I liked it. I bit my teeth, breathing heavily, watching Giulia play with herself. "Mmmh, you like how my slut eats me out?" I asked her through clenched teeth. "You're jerking your cunt off watching her eat my soppy pussy, huh?" I pinched my nipples, groaning, as Martina bit my clit.Giulia nodded, moaning softly. I groaned again, pulling at Martina's hair. "You want her to eat you out too?".