Wilmington described how this arrangement would both keep him interestedin Opal and me long term and how Mrs. Wilmington's kinks would keep up ina mor...e pleasing way with my desires.He described a deep fantasy that he and Mrs. Wilmington had talked aboutlong ago. About meeting a loving couple and molding them into the peoplethat they wanted. That if that fantasy were ever to be true, the couplewould have to poses similar bodies as they molded the man into a twin ofhis female partner. He. She unzipped me to find out I wasn't wearing underwear. It was the first time she had ever touched my bare prick. It felt wonderful. She had it out from the confines of my pants and was gently fondling it. "It's so big Jimmy" She muttered.I slid my right hand up her bare thigh to my first feel of Wendy's hot cunt. She was very wet. This was almost like a step backwards, just making out with a girl. I had been getting laid and blowed by two different females and here I was, my prick drooling. I hungered for both. I despised how she revelled in fucking him. I loved how she revelled in fucking him. The familiar admixture or jealousy and desire churned within my mind and testes. I wanted to punch him and I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted to slap my wife for her cuckolding and I wanted to feed more and more cock in her twat, down her throat, up her ass hole.“Do you love it Sarah? Do you love the way he fucks you?” “Mmmm, I can’t get enough of his long thick cock. Fuck me Frank. Fuck. Believe me, there are people here who are able to relieve their sexual tensions only in the buses. In a crowded bus, men, of all ages, from sixteen to sixty, try to stand close to women. They move in slowly, deliberately. First touching with shoulders, and then with knees and arms. Their chief targets are boobs and bottoms. Bottom-pinchers are of a class of their own. They stand with innocent looking faces and, taking advantage of the crowd and the jostle, they move their hands like the.