Emma? Emma...who?^ ^ ^ Emma, your former wife, you silly goose.If there is still a corner of your fried and frizzled brain that can still produce a co...erent thought, you’re probably asking yourself why this bitch of an ex of yours is torturing you like this. You’re probably saying to yourself, Wasn’t it enough that I turned you into the helplessly tush-wagging, cockwashing, pantywaist that you’ve become? Actually, you probably aren’t asking yourself anything of the sort. You’re probably asking. I reached out to take it from her, but she wouldn't let me haveit. She playfully teased me for a second or two, before saying, "No.Relax, Doll." I did what I was told. Like Raven had done earlier, Kitty Pat straddledme in the back seat. My eyes darted downward, and between her legs Icaught a glimpse of black flowery lace. I lifted my gaze upward,staring into the generous cleavage which was only inches away from me. Kitty Pat noticed where I had been staring and put a finger under mychin,. Claire especially wants to make good by you,” he said.“Yeah, but you’ll still be in her bed and I’d still have my cold sheets to comfort me at night,” I said. “No, it won’t work. Some of the bitterness at what the two of you have done to me has faded, but the hurt and the emotional scars will likely never go away, not entirely no matter how much time goes by.“In case there is any doubt in your mind ex-best friend, I still want and need my woman, the woman who is now your woman. And, I need her. Then she calm down and tell us to sit in the bed asked us what did u see and we didn’t reply and she said she trapped us and she tells her story that she is in need for sex and she choose us and don’t tell to anyone else and we agreed asked us did we had sex before and our answer is no and tell us today you will have some and then she sit in between us and removed her pallu (she was wearing saree) and we touch her breast and kissed her and presses her boobs harder she started moaning and then.