He’s pulling open my shirt and pawing my breasts. Now, he unlaces my corset and I can do nothing but watch. The restraint of my corset is gone and I...’m exposed. He backs away from the bed and studies me and I flush red as his eyes wander and linger on my naked breasts. His gaze travels lower to my knickers.After a while, Marcus kneels on the bed, straddling me and his hands take me, cupping my breasts. His callous thumbs begin to rub my nipples. His touch is rough, even so I can’t prevent him. By the time I climbed into bed, having dealt with my clothes and taken a quick shower (and written down the number), Jason was just finishing a recorded TV show. Five minutes later, the TV was off and the lights were out. I reached out to touch his hip and accidentally touched his cock. He turned away. “Look, honey,” I said, “I don’t understand, but I get that you don’t want to have sex anymore. I feel bad about it and I know you don’t want to talk about it and I love you, but I’m, I don’t. "You'll take it all, you sexy hijabi slut, and I don’t care if it still hurts," groaned Donte. They moaned together as his cock head slipped inside her, "I haven't met a woman yet who didn't love every inch." "Oh fuckkkkkkk," she cried watching Donte work the cock head around in her before slowly pushing several more inches in. He was patient, slowly moving his cock in as her pussy opened for it. Soon he was deeper then Ali had ever been, then he was deeper then his fingers had been. She stared. On one side, finely shaped breast under hand: check.On the other side, excellent buttocks against hip: check.Outside, War pony: I’ll have to check: check. .53 full stock Hawken flintlock and possibles bag between two liner poles: check. Check? I checked. I handled it lovingly. My own ... I’m not dreaming ... a rather severe pinch on my arm: check. I’m alive: check.Fuck!It looks like I’ve traded a 30 year old wife and three kids for a 16 year old wife and her 14 year old sister. Something I’d.