” She kissed his cheek. “My thigh-highs and my pretty dresses and my cute rompers and my plaid skirts and my sexy tube tops.” She kissed his oth...r cheek. “My last one got almost a hundred thousand views.”“No shit?”She kissed his nose. “No shit.”“Like a channel, huh?”“Yup.” She kissed his forehead. “Nymphet Fashion by Heather.”He laughed out loud. “Nymph who the what?”“Don’t make fun,” she said, slapping his face.“Ouch. So, you pretend to be a—"She slapped him again. “Stop it.”“Ouch. Okay, okay,. Before longFiona is controlling the entire left half of Jeremy's body while Jeremycontrols the right, and Mandy is finding that Fiona is taking over anever larger part of her husband's life than just half of his body. Unableto do anything with her two headed husband without Fiona's constantpresence, Mandy struggles to be intimate with the man she married whenhalf of him is now controlled by Fiona. Jeremy assures his wife he stillloves her and that he and Fiona are just friends. Then one day. She flicks fast and slow every now and then she slides her tongue over my clit. I dig my hands into the carpet on the stairs. “Oh, Jesus, Bell. Faster. Go Faster!” I yell. I feel I am a bitch in heat, completely lost in the avenue of the pussy queens all-devouring my soul with intense fucking. Bell picks up her pace and digs her nails into my ass. God, it’s is so fucking amazing. She slaps my right butt and the pleasure-pain rockets through my body. “Uggg, I am so fucking close….shiiiiit!”I. I casually brushed my leg against the guy next to me. He looked in my direction. “That was no accident,” he remarked, looking at me. “No, I guess it wasn’t,” I replied. He was decent looking guy, about fortyish with a square jaw. “What’s the score?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he replied. “I’m just killing time.” I looked for a wedding band. I’m not naïve enough to know some married guys don’t wear their wedding band, so I decided to ask a few probative questions. “Trouble on the home front?” I.