He was so thick that each time he thrust into her throat I could see it expand. Each time he pulled back I could see her throat contract. I saw Lyn mo...e off Julie. Ron was now leaning across Julie, supporting his weight on his arms.Lyn sat up and watched her man throat fucking my lover. She waved me over to her and took me into a hug and kissed me. She whispered in my ear, “What they are doing is it OK with you?” I whispered back, “as long as he doesn’t fuck her I don’t mind. Her pussy is mine.. . understand able. I was a soccer mom. And I loved it. I had chosen that, I was happy with the choice. I wouldn't have given up Ryan or the kids or any of it for anything. But ... that life is, well there's so much of it, you know? It's all bullshit and minutia. Living in the twenty first century, there are just so many small things to cope with. Making sure there is dinner on the table, dealing with the kids squabbling, listening to yet another fucking episode of Kids Next Door on the TV. Both toys would frolic around the page, watched by blue cat through half-closed eyes as she rubbed herself to another climax. Sometimes bi-pink-pony tied brown dog to his favourite lamp post by his choke chain and buggered him mercilessly, while blue cat hung on to his cock with all four paws full of claws.May often drew herself, aged 12, wearing just a red cat collar, attached by a thin leather strap, wrapped so tightly around pony's penis that the head bulged massively and dribbled pre-cum. But how else could I get to wear clothes or get keys to the gym?I poured myself some red wine and watched a movie. As I drank more and more, I got a bit tipsy. I'd seen the whole movie, but I kept thinking about that I needed to call Jan. I put some ‘Kylie’ on the speakers and danced. I loved shaking my booty as the girl I am, and I drank some more. I was getting a bit drunk now. I guess all the dancing must have pumped the alcohol around my body. Then I got this fantastic idea to call Jan..