You pick your fights, and none of these rose to the critical level. I guess fucking around ten years ago, before we got married, was in that category,...too.We fell into a Friday night/Saturday morning pattern of sex. That was quite a comedown from the five or six nights a week, but I put it down to the sadness of losing her dad. I had hopes that we'd get back into our stride.We never did.But we got into a new routine. If it wasn't as exciting as the old one was, it was still gratifying, and the. Stephanie giggles and pulls away, saying "Oh my god, I can't yet!", so Ashley mumbles something that sounded like an acknowledgement, but without skipping a beat, reaches up with her other hand and pulls Stephanie's ass cheeks open, sticks her tongue out, and dabs the tip of her tongue perfectly against that amazing back door."Ok, how 'bout this?" Ashley asks. The moan from Stephanie tells Ashley it's all good, very good, and Ashley eagerly tongues Stephanie's asshole. "I'm a bit of an ass. Because of the overabundance of women, and the incredible sex drive of futas, the average futa keeps a harem of 3 or 4 wives with some having significantly more. The average female is about the same as a woman in the real world, but futas are incredible physical specimens in comparison, averaging at about 6 feet tall with superior strength and stamina, along with cocks that are usually about 9 inches long, but can reach up to 16 inches or more. That, along with the relative shortage of futas,. “Thank-you-god,” I said, real under my breath.All it took was one little knock on my stall for my brother to be certain he and Amalie were alone. And one more after to prove what Amalie already knew.“That’s the stall I just used,” she said to my brother.“Then I’m right. There’s no one in here.” I heard him take a few steps away from the stalls in what I assumed was Amalie’s direction.“Babe! What if somebody comes in?” she said.“Nobody’s coming in, baby. It’s way after dark. Everyone’s asleep.