My mind was now an ongoing argument, one on one, me. My memory was beating me up for being so permissive and wanting more sex while the unbridled joy ...of outrageous fucking was inspiring. I couldn’t leave it alone.Clothes could be taken for granted and maybe best taken off. The entire social structure of my city life was about clothes all the time. Clothes were the status symbol in the parochial school, the only way to try to keep up with the wealth some kids had by birth. If you wore the right. Usne mujhse maafi maangi aur boli ki main kisi ko na batau yeh sab. Maine usse assurance di ki main nai bataunga aur smile de kar usse bhej diya. Uske chehre se lag raha tha ki maine uska vishwas jeet liya hai. Ab mujhe kuch aisa karna tha ki mera usse emotional connect ban jaye jisse sex karne mein fir maza aaye.Agle din jab who kaam par aayi tab maine uske saath kaafi baatein ki. Woh kaafi kushi khushi mujhse baat karti thi. Ek din maine uske mobile par bhi call karke baat ki. Hum dono ki. But it hadn't. After a few weeks of recovery from the violent shock of her abduction, she had found herself opening to her husband in ways she had never before considered possible. He too had changed considerably; he had forgiven her for responding so lustfully to those mountain men--had shown that he really understood why she had done it--and there was a tenderness in his voice and a gentleness to his touch during lovemaking that hadn't been present before their misadventure. Divine. ..you...like...the...taste...of...pussy?” Alicia replied in shock, “What!” She knew just what Kat said but was afraid to answer honestly. Kat didn’t repeat her question right away; instead slid her hand into Alicia's PJ bottom long enough to get her fingers wet from Alicia’s juices. The sensation of having a finger in her wet pussy was a welcoming relief and let out a whimper when Kat removed it.It was taboo to let Kat traced her finger coated with her juices across her lips and suck on her.