But no longer! I love making love. But fucking, being taken by a strong man and slammed down into the mattress like a captive slave, now that's sexy!R...b continued to hold my arms above my head and fuck me violently. He was like an animal and it drove me crazy with lust. I found myself raising my head so that I could lick the sweat from his chest and bite him, because I had become an animal, too!When we began I was a little nervous. He made it clear just how horny he was as soon as I walked in. — Question — B interrupted abruptly.— Well Big Boy, my question is the following: was one of the beds that Sue visited last night yours? — Dad asked with a mischievous and accomplice attitude. I almost had a heart attack right there, but apparently, I was the only one with moralizing and panic attacks because they were really enjoying the evening. Sue and B. cracked and both responded in chorus a resounding yes. Again tachycardia in my chest and general laughter in the audience. The B twin took. . maybe it was just me, but I noticed something different every day. Whether it was another tiny stretch mark to worry over, or an extra inch around my belly, or just thinking that my once pert round ass was sagging a little, which it really wasn't, I noticed the changes. So I looked at myself and I did look good.And as I mentioned, I'd even sent pictures to my husband, a few snapshots taken every few weeks, dated so he could see me naked, yeah, and if I ever found he was showing them to anyone. After several minutes, Tracy walked out and I really thought I was having a dream. She was wearing a sexy pink babydoll that barely covered her crotch area. I was rendered speechless by the sexiness of her body. After a couple of moments of silence, Tracy finally said, “Kitty got your tongue?” I was still speechless because I was entranced by her pink babydoll and how it hugged her curves. “After the weekend you had, I think you deserve the attention of a hot and sexy accountant who has been.