”“Um, should I go, sir?” Carter asked as my hand shoved down my wife's top. “Yes, yes,” I told him. “Invite the FDA guy to a party at my h...use. We'll let my wives show him the joys of the bimbo treatment.”“Yay!” clapped Alice. “Parties are so fun. I remember my last party. I got all naked and let the men play with my body. And I made them all so hard they hurt, so I had to cure them. I couldn't let them suffer.”“You couldn't,” I panted, her breast was out, her fat, pink nipple so succulent.I. " She pulled back a little and maneuvered her legs to scissor Laura's in a conventional trib position, with both of them half-sitting, leaning back on their elbows. "First, we do what you taught me long ago. Pussies kissing. I almost die when I feel your pussy kissing mine." Mmmm, I remember when you wouldn't even say the word 'pussy, '" Laura flirted. "You've come a long way, Miss Ice Queen." Quiet..." Deshona cautioned her, still unable to resist a sexy smirk as she moved her pelvis forward,. She rememberedclowning on the beach during the summer break. She remembered the firsttime Mindy had peeled off her shirt at his apartment.And she remembered her wedding, and this muscular man lifting her skirtuntil her rear was exposed. She remembered injections into her chest.She remembered tending the babies of her sister wives. She rememberedscreams as her sister wives beat her. She remembered the scent of herlipstick.It was blend of memories, of good ones and bad ones.She remember the. He placed me on my back; my legs up in the air, and he lay his body over me, pushing his huge cock into my sweet tight ass, while my legs straddled his neck and shoulders, while feeling his strong shoulders and hard muscular chest. He was fucking me passionately, biting my neck, and whispering in my ear and telling me to say I like it, that I was his bitch, vowed his dick was mine, that I would not find one a better or bigger dick, but from him, making me beg for it, to pleasure me, making love.