Lisa seemed to sense this and lifted herself off Steve and as I looked at his thick pulsing cock waiting for me, the jealousy quickly vanished and I c...limbed on to him and impaled myself. As I moved up and down, waves of hot pleasure shuddered through my aching cunt and Lisa was forgotten until I felt her fingers working underneath me. She found my aching clitoris and I squealed in ecstasy as my hard nubbin was gently strummed. Then the fingertips of Lisa’s other hand were stroking up and down. That was very important. Heneeded to learn his place and love it. We spent a lot of our timetogether as I helped Angela find herself and chose a future direction..Angelo worked every day selling paper products. He was out of the officeMondays through Thursdays, meeting clients. Fridays were his office time.That's when he was home and in the city. That's when we'd get together.My Angelo needed a lot of urging to find herself. I showed her just howmuch fun it could be exploring her sexuality,. .. fect... art...”My fingers found the straps of my breast plate. The leather had pulled taut, stretched by the distortions to my armor. I fumbled at it, struggling to gain any slack so I could unbuckle them. I whimpered, pulling at the leather with all my—“Gods!” I screamed. Pulling the strap taut put so much pressure on my stomach. I couldn't suck in any breath. I kept pulling at it. I had to relieve the pressure.My hands released the straps. The world spun around me. My eyes fluttered as I. I feel some irritation, which disappears quickly when my wife, sitting in the front of Gérard just greet me with a huge smile and eyes full of stars. Irresistible. She is dressed as usual: a short miniskirt, today green color, a green blouse that falls loosely and which I love so much because it is so soft. Most of the time, Murielle wears it without bra, which always troubles me. When she wears it wide and broad and loosely as today, one can easily imagine the movements of her generous.