Exhausted I laid down on him and kissed his lips….feeling tiny and light and thin in his arms as we kissed deeply exchanging saliva again. I could ...tell he was so into me…so into tasting his cum on my lips.A minute went by and I turned to find my husband…to try and connect with him…include him somehow…thank him somehow. But Chris was gone, he had left at some point, and I wasn’t even aware he had. I called out around the corner for him hoping he was in the bathroom, hoping he had been. ?Great place to build a gas station, why not just do it by the road?? I complained.??You see those hills up ahead? Originally, the highway ran through that which was where they built the gas station. Only problem was that the hills kept shifting and breaking the roads. So they had to move to the highway towards an area they could flatten, which is where it rests today.???And you know all this from being down here once or twice????Sure, don’t you????No. Not really.???Well now you do.??Up ahead I. “Your turn, dear. We dare you to let us eat you until we’re ready to stop. Care to go for it? We really want to keep licking and kissing you, keep eating your pussy and ass. Pretty please? Can we? We want you for dessert!” Aunt Jessy spoke to me throatily.Meanwhile, Aunt Christy swiped my ass with her tongue yet again.“Oh, God ... can we table the rrr ... rest of the game until later ... I hate to miss playing it, but oh, fuck, I can’t focus with their mouths on me like that!” I stammered and. That was just for . . ." they passed a few technical phrases back and forth. It all went over Joan's head."All right," Marc patted the artist on the shoulder and proceeded to a lounge with a buffet table and a huge banner of a man with brown hair in a billowing trench coat brandishing a smartphone like some sort of sword. "Arrogant prick," Marc whispered. "I told my boss here that an Amazoness or something would attract more attention, but the CEO back in Japan wants his face on everything..