"Anna's heart beat like a drum. "Yes, ah, yeah, well," she stammered trying to come up with a quick lie, "You see I got my blouse caught on, on a ... ...icture frame, and well, when I tried to pull it off it just tore open." Oh," said Greg, "why is the door locked?" I have to change and I didn't want Jeff walking in," Anna responded a lot less shaky."All right, well, I'm just going to be watching TV if you need me." Greg finally left.Anna sighed with relief. She took stock of herself in a mirror.. I checked her profile and saw that she lived in Framingham, not too far from me. Aside from that, she had posted a pic of her and her husband fucking. Her husband Gary was a hot dark-haired hunk, and her eyes were directed right at the camera like she was looking right at me. After staring at her for ten minutes and rubbing my pussy, I im’d her and asked if she would be interested in a threesome with Alex and me. “Not fair,” she im’d back. “You know what we look like. Where’s ur pic?” I. .. maybe we should kneel and pray." Oh Reverend Gibson? But wouldn't that be betraying my sister's confidence?" Joan smiled seductively and pushed her pelvis down against the minister's skillfully probing fingers as she rotated her wide hips. "We'd better go upstairs to the prayer room. Prayers should be made in private."The prurient preacher and the wanton wife moved awkwardly across the room and up the stairs, his hands mauling her huge mammaries and manipulating the pulpy flesh of her fat. She bolted upstairs and quickly returned with a pillow. Forcing Kara onto her hands and knees, she positioned Kara with her head lying on the pillow and her ass stuck proudly in the air. Kara was more vulnerable than ever before as Amy began softly running her fingers along Kara's puffy lips, teasing her slowly and relentlessly. “ Try telling me you don't like it now,” Amy snarled. “Your pussy is getting very wet.” Kara couldn't answer. Her body and mind were both prisoners of her own.