He tried again. "Please, wait. I want to talk to you." "It's not my fault," she said. He blinked. "What isn't?" "The game, the loss," she said, dark e...es blazing. "I heard you, and I'm sick of being blamed for things like that. First Jason, now you. I didn't have a damn thing to do with how many goals were scored or not." "Of course you don't." Dom realized she'd misunderstood his comment to Karl. "That's not what I said." "I heard you," she repeated, but now she was uncertain. He gambled and. Jenny was elated, as it seemed an end to their strained relationship, that denied her sex as well as emotional stability.What Jenny did not know was it was a setup, arranged by her husband, the masseuse was an older man, with a perversion for women, especially young and attractive women, regarding them as whores who needed discipline.The day arrived and Jenny had had a champagne breakfast, with her husband, who generously poured enough to loosen her up and make her susceptible, he had seen her. The Festival is just an excuse for-" For having a good time," finished Natasha, her dark eyes flashing. "For people to enjoy themselves, to dance, to forget their boring, useless lives for one night. Is that what you mean?"Lizzie looked back and forth helplessly at Natasha and her grandmother, unable to follow the flood of angry Greek."You insolent little hussy! Don't you presume to lecture me about -" What's going on here? What's all this yelling?" A handsome dark-haired man came up the. There really is a difference between making love and fucking and these sisters were making love to each other. At first anyway...but the passion was quickly fading as the intensity was growing. Heather was fucking Amanda with her fingers while she tongued her asshole. Then she switched and started fingering her ass while shoving her tongue deep in Amanda's pussy."Fuck my ass!" Amanda moaned, loving the sensation "That feels incredible! Ohh fuck Ohh fuck oh yessssss!" she yelled as she bucked.