"How is my husbands cock you old slut? After I told you he wanted you, you couldn't wait to get him alone huh? Lucky for you both I'd do anything for ...im and I'm going to show him I'm a bigger slut than you."She slaps her mother across the face hard."That was for going behind my back bitch."Then she lies on the bed legs spread and forces Amy's face into her pussy. She's grabbing the back of her head and pushing it deep in between her legs. I'm just entranced by what I see as I continue to fuck. The breeze caused from his breath sent a chill through me. I stroked him gently. He kissed his way from my tits to my lips. His tongue parted my lips and explored my mouth hungrily. I lined his cock up with my slit and slid it over my clit and back down. I repeated this a few times listening to him gently moan with anticipation. He grabbed my hand and pinned it down with the other one over my head. He one hand was big enough to hold both mine down with little effort as he lined his throbbing. - I was a little frightened at times at this, but I know that this is what you want. I did it just for you, every second and every sensation." Muchos gracias, Jim."Susan gave his curly hair a kiss, taking a look at the vast amount of material he'd been collecting for this. Video discs, books, recordings. It had been quite a job. She'd paid for it in full as an artist should. The thing about REMshaping was that it couldn't be just programmed - if feelings and ideas were to be inserted, they had. "Maybe someday. Do you wantpantyhose or stockings?" she was looking at me."What's the difference?" I asked."Well pantyhose go all the way to your waist and essentially have apanty in them," Adrienne explained. "Stockings either are the stay-uptype that hold against your thigh, or require a garter belt." "That's a great idea!" exclaimed my wife.We went over to the area where they had garter belts. My wife held upa black garter belt. "Oh, you'd look lovely in this, and you know whatblack.