Mel told me that she used to masturbate every night while living with Lisa. And so did Lisa. Sometimes they were so aroused by hearing each other moan... that they visited each other. A "visit" meant that they lay in the same bed and did it to themselves and each other. Lisa was always wet and horny, Mel told me. She recalled a weekend where both were off duty and did nothing else but to finger and lick each other from climax to climax. When Lisa brought a guy, Mel would shamelessly masturbate all. . With you. . . . I mean. . . . To do it with you."Softly he said, "Shhh It's okay I understand. You didn't do anything wrong. You have nothing to apologize for." He pulled her to his chest and began to stroke her hair again holding her as she sobbed a bit harder in his arms, "It's okay Sammi. It's okay. I understand and you're safe with me." He held her and let her cry. He could feel the pain in her cries and felt so relieved that he had notice that she wasn't there with him earlier, at. As he started inflate again, she let go of his cock and went to licking and sucking on his balls. Then she rimmed him and his head nearly came off. “Wow,” he said as she did again.“I don’t know why I’ve never done that to you before,” she said as she pulled his cheeks apart and then began to worship his arse. Her tongue poked into him and twirled around, and his cock jumped up and slapped against his stomach. “Looks like you’re ready.”The lube didn’t seem to be any warmer this time than it. I enjoyed being fucked in my real body, but I also loved doing the plowing.It was—A woman screamed outside then cut off.My ears pricked. I lifted my head, staring at the window.“What was that?” Kora asked, the blonde sitting up, my bedmaid, Greta, face buried between my sister-wife’s thighs, the sex slave’s golden-blonde pigtails spilled over Kora’s legs. Greta’s face smeared with pussy juices and Sven’s cum.“I don’t know?” I frowned.Ealaín’s bowels clenched about my dick. Zanyia popped up, her.