Within a few minutes, Dave came in. This wasn't normally the routine. Ernie was usually always first to enjoy her body. But, tonight, for whatever rea...son, it was Dave who came in, undressed and with very little foreplay penetrated her and was forcefully taking her. She said he was very aggressive but she was okay with that. She liked it rough at times. I can attest to that, as well.Changing positions, Dave had positioned her on top of him, her sitting and riding him. Ernie came in and stood on. Now that she’d gathered her senses from her filthy orgasm, a guilty but rational mood had taken her. She’d dripped pee all over Nadia’s bed, but that was fine — there was no serious damage and it would hopefully earn her a harsh punishment and some debased humiliation at Nadia’s delectable hands when she got back from wherever she’d gone. More serious was the still warm, soft mass of shit that was in her panties. Serious in that she was disappointed that she’d not, realistically, be able to. I mean we were both in our twenties. It would be silly to expect that you hadn’t been with anyone.” “But you never asked.” “I didn’t really want to know,” he replied. “Then I may as well tell you the whole story of my college days, and grad school, too. But first I want you to tell me what it is that really turns you on, what makes you hot and makes your dick hard?” He blinked several times, since I rarely talked that way. “I . . . that is . . . no, I can’t.” It took almost half an hour to. " This will never do," he thought. He took her hand and led her, dried and still naked, into the bedroom he and his wife shared. One wall by their bed was made up of mirror-covered closets. He guided Shawna to stand in front of a mirror panel as he positioned himself behind her. He pulled the towel off his waist so she could feel his hard cock at her back, then fanned her long, blond hair over her shoulders. "Look, baby. This is what I see." He ran his hands over her shoulders, arms, small.