I was getting wet again, only this time, it was beyond physical attraction, it was a craving. I wanted it all and I wanted it all at once. My mind spu... unable to organize my thoughts, as he layed on his side with his head propped up with one arm, in complete control of me. His fingers brushed against my stomach very deliberately, as my body revealed my passion for his expert touch. He could see my response was exactly what he wanted, in order to work with me the way he planned. He continued to. I didn't change them to match her, but enough so they would like rough sex. When Marcy got that spanking we talked about, she liked it.That's something else I have on my conscience. That change I made will affect their personalities. It doesn't matter that I 'did it for their own good'. It's really too late to undo the changes, changing them back would raise questions I don't want to answer. I'm not ever going to tell them what I did, but I'm not going to just order changes like that again. I. This was one of her favorite dresses, she actually wore this to church one Sunday...stockings included!Laudy laudy she was lovely, and that WAS a fabulous fuck that Sunday afternoon!When I got home from work I would frequently find her dressed like this and ready for me.Before dragging me into the bedroom she'd peel off her skirt and blouse and lose the half bra so she could jump on my considerably hard cock. She was a great cook, and sometimes she told me what was for dinner "And I'm your. I was simply too tight, or the cock I wanted so badlywas too big, or no doubt a combination of the two. And if I pushed anyharder, I would surely rouse Justin, who had already stirred in hissleep a couple of times as I endeavoured to take him inside me.I grinned to myself and decided that if I was going to wake him up,there was a better way. Which is why, just a few minutes later, hereturned to consciousness with his cock buried in my hot, wet mouth, hiships already thrusting gently as his body.