Maybe it’s like with newborns when they get fussy; you wrap them up tight in a blanket, burrito-style, and they calm right down. It’s somehow very... comforting to them.I shook them off, but they both woke, worried. “It’s okay,” I said quietly. “I’m just thirsty, I need some ice water.”The three of us went downstairs so we could fill up some glasses. We all let out a nice “Ahhh” as we took long drinks.“Can I like, just say something?” asked Alyssa. Ash and I nodded. “I mean I don’t, like, know how. Trying to swallow me whole again, probably as a way to spend some precious minutes without that huge gag in her mouth. And all it does dutifully, now that it knows how much pain I can inflict on its tiny nub of a clit, if it doesn’t make me cum orally.In fact, as I lower my gaze, taking in the delicious sight of its heaving chest, a couple safety pins from yesterday still inserted thru each pert nipple, I look down over its smooth flat tummy and grin. Just below the waist chain digging into her. Of course. We've already been over this.”“I'm sorry. I know we've been over this. It's just that Jerry will be as nervous as I was at first. I need your reassurance before I talk to him.”“OK. You've got it. Please talk to him.”As John finished telling me all this he looked me in the eye and asked, “So what do you think? How should we approach Jerry to ask him to fuck Wendy?”“I think that we should invite Helen and Wendy and Jerry and Sue for a nude poolside barbecue. I think that it will help. I was feeling guilty, and I also had a strange joy. Steve's aggressive behavior bothered me, I didn't want my husband to suspect me. But now my heart was deceiving me, it was convincing me for Steve. I didn't get out of the room for the next whole day. I had no idea what I wanted. After thinking enough, I convinced myself that I should embrace every color of my new and short life.I was just in my early teens when I was married. I had not finished my education, nor I had the chance to love.