“Fuck her mouth. Dump your cum down her throat. You should see her cunt, Thrak. The whore is dripping. She loves this.”Crack!“Oh, yes, I can see...your lust, whore!” Faoril's nipples were so hard. They would be so beautiful if they were pierced. “You want me to keep spanking you? Slut!”Crack!Every time Faoril canned the rakshasa, Thyrna sucked harder. Her throat constricted about my dick as it rammed down her esophagus. She took it, saliva dribbling out of her mouth, her eyes wild with lust. Her. Biting her lip she told that whist she enjoyed the night it had affected her since.Asking in what way she bit her lip and said she had a sexual thing about peeing now. Asking more she confessed she liked to pee outside. Sometimes just in her own garden, She also said if she went to the ladies she never closed the door and told the other ladies she was claustrophobic but really it turned her on.She even said she didn't close the door when the builders were working hoping they would catch her or. "So when do we get to go home mom?"Chapter 10Old Navy was not what Kat had expected when 'mom' had said where theywere going there. Having never bene inside one of their stores Kat hadexpected the store to deal in, well navy clothing, dungarees, maybe someof the old seafarer style pants, but the place turned out to be morelike a normal clothing store. Kat did like the idea of buying some teeshirts with their logo on it, she thought wearing one would be kind ofpoetic justice, since she was in. For the first three years they had fucked and sucked, hard and fast and as often as circumstances had allowed, then for the next six they had made love. Slow, gentle passionate, loving, love. Oh they had fucked and sucked, but predominantly they had made love. Again as often as circumstances would allow. But for the last three years, nothing. She looked up and smiled as her husband touched her lightly on the shoulder.“Hey babe, you okay?” he whispered.Ginny nodded. “Fine love,” she responded.