This is sick, Jill. Get some help. Both of you. You, for whatever drove you to pimp out your own wife to another man, despite her being a lesbian, for...browbeating her into going along by some means of control and manipulation ... and you, Karen, for trauma. PTSD. Whatever you need to get past this. Not to mention any grief over losing our baby. Don’t ever worry about ‘atoning’ to me about anything again. You’ve suffered far worse than any pain you caused me by now ... and I had a role in it,. I don’t fucking believe it.”Brock pulled Merie up and kissed her feverishly. Her body responded and her tiny hand wrapped around his erection.“Next time,” she whispered. “Next time I’m going to suck your cock. You’re going to cum so hard. But I’ll stick by the rules tonight.”Merie’s hand was slowly stroking Brock’s hardness. He had been on the verge of cumming almost all night and this was too much for him.“Merie, oh, Princess,” Brock moaned. When she felt him start to twitch Merie’s mouth shot. I immediately took off my clothes and she started sucking me. “No, stop. I need to put it inside you, please” I begged “Anything baby, anything you want, I’ll do anything to make you feelgood” she cooed “Lay down” I told her “and spread your legs, hold your pussy open forme. Are you wet?” “Oh god baby I’ve been wet since we left my house”. I’d never felt a pussy that wet, she was dripping, her pussy hair. Do we" We washed every inch of each other's bodies. I spent special care with her delicious bush to pulse and had her spread her legs. she leaned against the wall and I played the shower over her cunt. She moaned so I turned the water higher. I pressed the shower head tight against her cunt the turned the water as high as it would go. She begged me to stop but I held her tight and gave her 10 minutes of the high pressure water. We dried off and went to the bed. Maggie asked me" Did Gord tell.