“Interesting,” Garret said. “And both the wives and the husbands are clear about wanting to try?”Elaine hemmed and hawed. “Wives, yes, defin...tely; not all the husbands are, shall we say, eager. Oh, and to be more precise, they’re not all married couples. Three are engaged. One of those three happens to be my younger sister, Monica.”“Tell me more.” Garrett said.“Monica’s eighteen and just got engaged; her fiancé’s twenty. They’ve been together since her first year in high school. She’s a kinky. No problem understanding how they worked - they were small alligator clips which you squeezed open. The bells were attached by a thread - nylon maybe - allowing them to hang free - and to swing and tinkle with any movement.The clips were going to kill her, she could see that: - small, almost fiddly, difficult to squeeze open, jaws with tiny teeth. But it was either get them on or ... She put them on. They killed alright, excruciating, biting sharp and hard, drawing little droplets of blood. But. Had his aunt taken it with her to bed, he wondered. Early night, sure! She was probably reading some hot stories and rubbing herself to sleep.He stayed a while picking book and started going to his room, when he saw a blouse on the floor of the stairs. Maybe from the wash, he thought, but picking it up, he noticed that it was warm to the touch, as if someone had just taken it off. Walking further, he heard some strange muffled sounds ahead."It can't be... the ghost?" he whispered to himself,. Then she started to jump on it slowly. She thought that she has the control for a few minutes she kept moving on him. Later he remind her who is the boss. He started to hit from button and make her splash her on his penis. His hittings and the voice when his balls crashed her bums sounded like a machinery gun. After a few minutes Matilda couldn't stand the hard frictions and released her body juice again. She put her head on his chest and her stomach on his stomach. His meat was still inside of.