I felt a little short of breath, as I realized that I badly needed to submit my body to them.I wanted them to fuck me as hard as possible, until I scr...am my head off, until I collapse, completely exhausted, begging them to stop. I sat there patiently for them to act.“It’s really soft. She has such smooth and soft skin”, Gina said, her hands playing around my knees.“Do you go to salon for pedicure?” Swati asked, looking at my red nail polish. I nodded.“You have almost no hair on your legs.. "I'm fifteen," I licked my lips. "Is that okay?" I sounded like I was a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar."Oh yessss..." Greg said between his teeth. "That's fine, Amy. Have you ... uh, ever kissed a penis before?"I looked up with my bright blue eyes. "Uh-uh," I shook my head. "Do you think I should?" I squeezed him and a drop of precum appeared from the head."Oh yeah, Amy ... Go ahead ... Kiss it for me." He put his hand on my head, pulling me forward gently. "Right there .... He couldn’t stand to see the woman he loved sad. A few minutes ago her profound meanness had brought him to tears – but he’d do anything now to get that cheerfully, playfully cruel woman back.“I know you can’t. That’s the worst part. That means it’s over.”“You can't - you have to let me try, please? Maybe if we both try, you could wear-”“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare blame this on me. If I’d wanted you to cum, I would have made damn sure it happened. Remember the summer dance?”Jack sat bolt. Even if they do, I now had a much more direct line to my wife’s subconscious, so I didn’t really worry about it. I-A-M-G-O-I-N-G-T-O-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U-R-A-S-S-H-O-L-E, I carved into her clit with the tip of my tongue. I licked her pussy again. Almost like a return key. ‘Ugh…’ my wife groaned. I-A-M-G-O-I-N-G-T-O-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U-R-S-I-S-T-E-R, I wrote. Her knees tried to clench around my head. I pulled them apart with my hands. ‘Oh, God…’ she moaned..