.. three weeks." Right. With seven more days to go before you're eligible for parole.The sentence you agreed to was one month, love Bunny. Isn't that ...hatyou wanted? Or was that length just your fantasy? Did you imagine thatI'd miss penetration so much that I'd relent?" She continued toying withhis nipples, making him writhe and murmur. "I'm sure you wouldn't wantto go back on what you agreed to. Would you?" N... no." Well, then, let's have fun with MY part of the deal we made. The partwhere I. Amy said:"It's hot."Which had several meanings, and Sue wasn't sure what she meant, but all those meanings seemed... Dirty.And a little exciting.She could feel her own excitement growing.Again, she wondered how it felt. Both ends. To have someone inserting a finger in you, and to insert your finger into someone else's pussy. She tried to imagine the heat, the wetness around her finger.And, a little ashamed, she inserted her own finger in her pussy.This was not masturbation. It was an. I walked to the table as the wife and Bernice both stooped over their work. I moved a chair out and that alerted them of my presence. They looked at me, first Bernice who then touched the wife’s elbow, and both were expression- less for a moment and then hurried to my side. The wife brought a towel, dampened, and started washing the blood from my side as she led me to the sink. That stung. Nothing was said, they just worked on me. They seemed not to be surprised at my condition almost as if. "Oh I'd love to but I haven't got a helmet." I got off the bike and opened the back box where I always carried a spare. "No problem," I said, thinking that if I called her bluff, she's back down. But to my surprise she took the helmet off me and put it on and climbed onto the pillion seat."This should be fun," she laughed, "I haven't had anything that really throbbed between my legs since you left." There was nothing subtle about her as she blatantly stared at my crotch. I told her to tuck her.