For a moment, neither of us has anything to say and then you remember that you have a voice. "Hey!" the greeting I might've offered is lost in the hug...you pull me into, my face crushed against your bony chest. I don't mind in the slightest and inhale the scent I've missed so much. We stand like that for several moments, smiling and giggling like the school children I mill about with for the majority of my day. I wouldn't consider myself one of them. Though I have no negative merits, most avoid. Then she shocked me by licking my cum off the shower wall then cleaned the shower.When she came out of the bathroom and I was sitting on the bed with towel on. I asked her how long she has worked here. She said 7 years now but it doesn’t pay much. I said are you married she said yes and she is 3 months pregnant. I said that’s wonderful to have a kid, how old are you? I’m 23 years old. My husband is 30 years old we have been married for 1 year. I said that’s great are you happy to be. My tits r big n nipples are harder…kiss me baby, n make me harder.. want to c some thing bigger?I want to take her all over so, I said can I apply oil over your body n give massive massage blow your lust, she agreed.. even she want me inside but being shy was unable to express it. I pressed her arm n lick her UNDERARMS.. ummha licking licking smelled aroma n salty he said uhhhh bayyyyyyy never tried this ahhhh so sexy feelllllll babyyyyyy ohhh stop stop…I was making her horny…. Then applied oil. I spent too much time in dive bars when I was enslaved by Kurt Bronson, thirteen years ago. Back when I was Tiffany Sullivan, happy wife and mother. I closed my eyes, fighting off the tears as I thought of Sean. It still hurt to think of Sean and my daughters and all that was stolen from me, but I forced it down. I was on a mission from God. I needed to fuck Antsy, a girl that wasn't even slightly bi-curious. I already had her half convinced to do a threesome with me and a guy we picked up at.