I raised my hand to knock, but the door opened…Wesley had seen me approaching. I slipped inside and into the waiting arms of my lover. He crushed me... to his chest my hard nipples digging into his flesh… our mouths met and he kissed me long and passionately. My nervousness disappeared as his toungue pushed past my lips. I love the way he kisses me to this day. When we parted, without a word he picked me up and carried me to the living room couch. We almost fell on it and began kissing again. His. If he did maybe she would stick around a little longer. If he got mad about it then she would just pack her shit and go live with Damian. Either way, it didn't matter.Fiona got out of her car and went to the door, and was hardly inside when Damian began stripping her clothes off before pushing her onto the bed. He fucked her raw and hard, pounding her starving cunt mercilessly, his hand wrapped around her throat squeezing tightly as his cock rocketed in and out.Fiona loved how each time he. But, when they grappled with Johnnie Sue, that urge for mitigation seemed to be missing.It was almost mind-blowingly fun. Johnnie Sue wrapped her legs around them, pushing her crotch against a hip, or a knee, as she tried to trip them and force their heads under water. Her breasts pressed against a smooth back, as she put her arms around them to lift and throw. When they caught her, their hands slipped all over, frequently across her breasts. Had they done this on land, with no excuse, she. .and this skirt will barely cover my bottom, darling!" I want you to show off your beautiful nipples and ass, Yvonne." I wink playfully. "I'm sure the men around you won't mind, baby."You pull the skirt on, then the flowing fabric of the blouse around you...buttoning it from the bottom. Four buttons from the collar, when you reach the button directly between your breasts, I lay my hand on yours."That's far enough, Yvonne." I feel you tremble a little, but you stop and step into the sandals. You.