"It's just like when you were a little boy, and I came to your room every night to tell you a bedtime story." Yeah," Donald smiled. "But you're sure a... fuck not telling me a story now." But it's for the same purpose, darling," Vivian answered, coyly batting her eyes. "After all, I'm just trying to help you get to sleep!"Donald was sitting up in bed, naked, the sheets bunched at the foot of the mattress to expose his body. Clad in a sexy negligee, Vivian was curled up on her side next to him.. I keep some of the pictures from our group sex and such on them. When I drove her home that night (I usually do so the wife can rest, she is tired and needs a shower. We rarely require condoms so she always smells like a cum bucket) she seemed fidgety and ackward until I asked her if something was on her mind. She asked if she could talk to me in confidence. I said "yes", she then shocked me with "should I be worried about my reputation if I fool around with guys who are not my boyfriend?"I. He can come out here any time he wants. So, he stopped just outside of the somewhat dilapidated building.I walked around the house and found that it was in good shape, apparently well maintained by Blaise’s brother. It was a good size, about the same size as my parents’ house. Blaise didn’t have a key, but said it had three bedrooms, a dining room and two full bathrooms. I was a little intrigued.After checking out the house, we headed into the woods. Blaise found the old path he and Alan used. She knew that I was hers to do whatever she pleased. Never in my wildest fantasies or dreams did I ever once think about a situation as this one. It was increasingly obvious to all those involved that my best friend was totally in control of me. Alicia managed to sneak a finger or two under my panties and into my swollen flower. As she rubbed higher to where my clitoris is located, she bent her two fingers inside me to my g spot. She took her time, which caused pressure to build inside of.