Should I tell my wife about my phone? Could I even convince her of what I could do? How? I couldn’t edit her ever again. Once I changed someone, tha... was it. “Maybe she just wanted me all to herself. You’d have to ask her.”“I did. She just said it felt right tonight. Like she just knew it was time.” She sighed. “Becky, too.”“Sorry, honey,” I said, sitting down on the couch in the living room. “But you’re having fun in Vegas. You looked happy with Evaline and Marissa.”“Mmm, she’s a vixen,” my. ‭"Did you?" she started to say but I grasped her wrist very firmly and forced it up her back"Yes.‭" ‬I said, ‭"‬Now where is the drinks cabinet‭?" Rape.‭" ‬her voice echoed hollowly around the empty house,‭ "‬Rape‭!" she said desperately when n‬o one came‭, "Oh fucking hell where is everybody," she demanded.‬.‭"Drinks?" I queried. ‭"Get stuffed, oh gosh you're the one with the sister." she realised suddenly.‭"That's me," I agreed, "But you are not quite tipsy. .He turns around and I can't help myself from glance'n at his crouch. He catches me, smirks and sparks up the joint he just rolled from the pot in the baggy. He takes a hit and extends the joint to me. I take a big pull on my smoke and step up to him and feel my nipples starting to burn-my girl (clit) had already started burning at the sight of his bodacious buns. I slowly exhale off to the side and take a healthy hit off the joint, and hand it back to him. "Now", he says, "You tell me that. Once I invited a group of well-hung collage guys over and watched as one by one they used their huge cocks to gang-bang Kims shaved pussy.My favorite set up was when I let my best friend Billy Homles (his real name) fuck my wife with his huge 12 inch cock. Billy and his wife lived next door and one night while I was cleaning up our spare upstairs bedroom I noticed that not only were their bedrooms light was on but their drapes were wide open too. When I walked up to the window I was shocked to.