She saw me looking at her pussy and she started to cum from the sheer sensuality of the situation!My wife slapped her cousin's ass hard, pulling littl... Amber and me from our reverie!"You will not cum unless we say you can! Is that understood?" my wife barked out!"Eat shit!" little Amber screamed in insubordination.This really pissed my wife off!!! Her face turned a deep shade of crimson in total anger. And with a rage I've never seen before or since anywhere on Earth, my young wife, Amber, the. Just went a bit further..." "A pampered pussy!" declared Ali with a smile."A pampered pussy club!" laughed Tracy. "We could have coffee mornings and do each other's you-know-whats when we meet." "No... no: 'The Pampered Pussy Society'" said Erica, joining in with mock pomposity. "How about 'The Pampered Pussy Institute'?" suggested Donna. "Yes! We could all sing 'Jerusalem' and then strip off," laughed Erica. "Or make jam and spread it on each other's bodies," suggested Ali. "Oooh, I'm getting. Maybe it was the fact he was already on his fourth beer on his single day off in the week.His aunt Gina was all caught up in some new chain-letter thing that had all the females in the building with their pussy's a-flutter over the chance of getting a nice pay-out. He was not in the least impressed because he had seen the same principle applied over and over again in the extortion policies of the East Bronx Mafia.Both of his love-daughters and their sister mommies from next door, two of the. “You look really sexy behind the wheel of that car of yours.”“Wait? Do I have a car?”Simon looked at him like he was a lunatic.“The Spyder? Do you not even remember that?”“Spyder? Like in Porsche Spyder?” Carter was certain his brain was slowly coming to a halt.“I wondered why you didn’t come to work in it. But I assumed it was because of the accident.”“I drive a car. That kind of car,” Carter said only to confirm it to himself.“Yeah. You used to say that whenever you feel hungry, you only need.