"Oh, John," she sighed as she entered the bedroom. Two candles gave the room just enough light for her to see the bed resting on the clouds. "You reme...bered what I told you! I love you!" She glanced around the room. "It's perfect, so perfect," she said softly.She lay gently on the bed beside me. Before she could say another word, I leaned over and kissed her softly. Missy was having none of that. Her kiss was filled with passion and lust. She rolled over on top of me, grinding herself on my. “Well…” she took her sweet time answering, “In one video, the husband cleaned up his wife, right after…. Just like you did the other night, …. remember?”“Well, the other night” I replied, “I did that to demonstrate that I would still desire you… just as I do now…. Even after you tricked me into thinking that you had fucked another man. I do want to ask something of you, however, assuming you want to really do this.” Trying to change the subject away from me eating my own cream pie.“Yes” she. "And so, come on, who was there?" Billy was amused as well as inflamed by her beauty and eagerness, her obvious excitement, her high color, her smell, her dishabille and her thoroughly untamed hair, a disordered haystack of intertwined curls."Young people mostly. There must have been a half-dozen girls my age or even younger, some little more than children. They were treated like pets and fed sweetmeats and tidbits." She went to the window and the morning light set her unruly hair aflame,. She moved in front of me. I saw her laughing. I moved my hips forward. My cock thrust at her. She reached, held it and stroked. I reached for her. She withdrew. She shook her tits at me. People shouted encouragement. I turned as I danced. My cock bobbled, erect. It throbbed. She approached again.Pictures were being taken.My cock was in her hand. She continued to laugh. I took her hand in mine. She looked at me. I pulled her forward and turned her. She danced in front of me. I put my hands on.