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teen summer picspissing "That's trueMrs. Portly whichis why I'mtrying to putsome distance betweenus" and onceagain I triedfor some separation.

Following ourmeal we weretaken to aprimitive shower wherewe were allowedto wash thesperm and sweatfrom our bodiesand for thefirst time sinceour kidnapping Ifelt almost normal,but that wasn'tto last.

"I have himbelted!"

My guidanceshall be allconsuming.

"Aw, I'malways early, andhe laughed. "Iusually get hereearly enough tojack off acouple times. I'malways horny inthe morning andthe old ladyisn't. Screwin' herin the a.m.is like fuckin'a corpse -nothanks. This morningI just gotpissed with herand came ondown to work.Mostly I beatoff before Ileave home andif nobody's herewhen I gethere I'll whackit again.

Dave began tostroke between hercheeks. Jan's breathquickened, and heincreased his stronggrip to compensatefor her nowbuckling knees. Shearched her back,desperately grabbing herplump breasts, strivingto quicken therelease and endthe agonising pleasureand pain. Janwas thrashing now,and Dave hadto use allhis strength tohold onto hersweat soaked bodyas she builthigher and higher.Feeling his ownstrength reaching breakingpoint, Dave strokedgently but firmlyat the tightlittle rosebud ofher ass. Janscreamed out inpleasure as shecame, now totallysupported by Dave'sarms around herhips. Spasming violently,she slipped downslowly between hisarms until herknees reached thefloor and sheburied her headin his chest.Holding her tohim, Dave reachedaround gently anduntied the scarf,now under herarms, letting itfall to thefloor. Dave slowlylowered Jan tothe floor. Shewas totally spent,her flushed faceand open mouthgiving no doubtas to whethershe was satedor not. Janlay there, breathingheavily. She lickedher dry lips,shaking a littleas the lastof her orgasmcoursed through her.Dave gazed downat her adoringly.That had tobe one ofthe most beautifulsights he'd everseen. Jan lookedso blissful. Andtotally fucked.

"Onlyyou can answerthat question, sweetie."I replied andconcentrated on cleaningthe grill.

A wide grinsplit her faceas she heardthe voice ofSam, one ofher regular guys.She loved herencounters with himbecause he tookrisks. Not oncehad they everfucked in aprivate place. "Idon't know Sam.I have atest I needto study for."Even though shereally was easy,there was noreason to actlike it.

Onceshe had hisattention again, shereached into thetop of theleather suit andbrought out her40DD tits forhim. They nowdraped over thechains on thesuit. Her gazeran down hisbody stopping athis underwear, wherehis cock twitchedand throbbed atthe fabric stillconstricting it.

I'mnot sure whyI decided todrive to themall. I guessbecause it waspublic enough thatI could besafe, but stillbusy enough toprovide me withopportunities to showoff. Once Iwas inside themall, I becameacutely aware thatI wasn't wearinganything under mydress. I neverleave the housewithout underwear, andit was alittle scary tothink that thisthin summer dresswas all thatstood between completestrangers and mynakedness.

Earlyin the morning,of the daybefore, I hadwatched Cynthia preparefor work. Shelooked more beautifulthan I hadever recalled asshe dried herselfafter her shower.Her skin wasflawless and smooth.She took suchgood care ofherself there wasvery little evidencethat she hadcarried and deliveredthree beautiful fullsized babies duringour early marriage.She was just19 when wemarried, and Troywas born justafter her 20thbirthday. He wasnow almost 18.Cynthia's complexion wasfair and shedidn't like totan much. Herhair was arich and blackand when shewears it shortshe looks likea delightful pixie,when it waslonger I thoughtshe looked alot like MarieOsmond.

"Anything goes,but don't getyour hopes up.If I comehome and findsix naked passedout women ormen then you'regoing to haveto pay bigtime." Melissa saidwith a smirk.

I poured myselfanother scotch assoon as Iwalked in andproceeded to seewhat my wifePatty was upto. I foundher soaking inthe tub inthe master bathwith a glassof wine. Onlythe candles shesurrounded herself withlighted the room.Her eyes wereclosed and Irealized she wasn'taware of myarrival. I pausedto look ather. Her longblond hair waspulled up ina disheveled moundon top ofher head soas to keepit dry. Afew loose strandsoutlined her beautifulface. Her softlips looked deliciouslyinviting, as didher long slenderneck. The bubblesfloating on topof the waterblanketed most ofher body butleft one lusciousnipple teasingly visibleat the waterline.

Xandri saton the couch,on the endfarthest away fromAlastair and Sada,who sat togetheron the armchair.Although Sada wasn'tangry with her,she still felta little bituncomfortable about whathad happened inParis. Okay, alot uncomfortable, shethought, biting herlip. But Idon't know whoelse to turnto. At first,when they'd comeback, Xandri hadtried to forgetthe woman she'dseen Quinn with.It had naggedat her andnagged at heruntil she'd brokendown and decidedto ask Alastairand Sada.

Itdoesn't squirt onyou or yourhand - butit does landall over thefloor.

She collapsedonto the desk,her blue tophalfway up herback; breasts pressedinto the dampwood with thesweaty warmth ofJason still pressedinto her frombehind. A contentedsmile crossed herface as theyrested.

A coupleweeks later anenvelope with noreturn address appearedin my postoffice box. Iquickly tore openthe flap anda color photographdropped into mylap. The guyin the picturehad striking darkfeatures - andan unbelievable body.From what littlehe was wearingit appeared asif he werea professional dancer.The enclosed letterexplained he owneda fitness cluband spent agreat deal ofhis time teachingaerobics. He hadalways known hewas attracted toguys. However, beingfrom one ofthe wealthiest andmost socially prominentfamilies in towndid not givehim the optionof being openlygay. In fact,he was marryinginto one ofthe other "better"families in townthe following month.

"Tell me why,"Brea asked "Whatdid she dothat I don't?"

You callonto me, youbody hot anddamp against mine.Still breathless Ihold you andgasp for air.Our bodies tinglingin the afterglow.Slowly, slowly wecome down offthe high andbegin to becomeaware of eachother. I strokeyour back asyou lie againstme, enjoying theway you feel.

"The object ofthe game wasto make himput a lovelywet spot onthe front ofhis pants forus. And ifhe poked andcouldn't go backto his girlfor a few,then it washis problem—and ourpleasure. And themost satisfying part?"she asked, "Knowingthat he'd ratherbe having funwith us thanwith his boringgirl."

"Sure youcan." she repliedas she alternatelytightened and loosenedher spincter againsthis cock.

"Doyou think thiswill be bigenough, darling?"