“Good morning, honey,” Linda answered, her voice brimming with excitement.She was a beige blur through the glass door of our shower. It was separa...ted from our hot tub style bathtub. We had a large master bath, remodeled several years ago when we refinanced our house and took out a second mortgage. “Excited for your flight?” I asked as I reached the toilet. I pulled out my cock, staring down at my dick thrusting from my dark-brown pubic hair. “Yes,” she said, her voice husky. “I can't wait to. (Perhaps a reader could confirm or refute this. Was KristenFrench a virgin when Bernardo first pulled her panties down?) Anyhow, it makesit all the more sweet to assume he popped her membrane, ripped it in two. Heshould have used his teeth or pliers or the butane torch to melt it.??????????????? Byall accounts, she held up pretty good and didn't beg, at least not a lot. Shewas only fifteen and took it like a woman. Hell, she even had the nerve to spitback at him in defiance, "How can your wife. God knows she wanted to. She didn’t even cringe when they first hugged. Nope. She was going to be smart about this and play things nice and slow.Even later, when her husband was grunting away on top of her, she kept it cool. Five minutes later, with her husband snoring loudly, she found herself staring up at the ceiling, feeling completely unsatisfied. When did this become her life?Lisa had always loved sex and yet for the past fifteen years or more, she was nothing more than a once-a-week cum. It all started innocently with me watching Maria entertain her friends in the Play Room of her home. I gradually stopped watching and became a participant in the games. I was the only man allowed to play there. Maria and I had shared each other’s body and loved how we fit together. When we were in Berkeley we met a young model named Olivia. She was a girl of Greek heritage with some gypsy blood in the mix. She was tall at 5’ 10” with an olive complexion, long straight black hair, hazel almond.