“Your ass is mine now, slut, and so is your pussy, as you can tell!” I taunted Kim as I rammed her harder and longer.“Yes, whatever you want! I�...��m your slut, your fuckmeat, mighty Devil!” Kim begged me for another thrust inside her and yet another.“Just wait until I sodomize you! You’ll really crave it and even beg me to go ass-to-mouth. You’ll ache to be taken in the wildest, raunchiest ways possible. You’ll be insatiable, a complete nymphomaniac even before you die and become a succubus. Once. ”“Oh?” I lied, knowing full well Lisa’s hand was there from the start. “I’ll move us over then.”However, as I scooted myself to the right away from Lisa a smidgen and was ready to pull Brenda off our guest’s arm, Lisa brazenly moved her trapped hand swiftly until it was on top of my wife’s pussy. She murmured when she started to scratch her fingers over my wife’s clit. “There’s that little pussy that’s been having all the fun.”“What the fuck!” I heard Brenda say while watching her look of. Sensing my discomfort his hand tightened on my shoulder, leaving me in no doubt that he wanted me to remain put. After what seemed like forever, he removed his hand before sauntering towards my front door.“Well, fish also needs to be eaten,” he said, before concluding, “Dinner, my place, tomorrow night,” in what sounded like a command.Late the following afternoon, I returned the fish I had used for pressing back to the fish shop. As it was closing time, however, the owner of the fish shop. "Again his response was, "Oh ... kay."He was already in bed with the lights out when he remember Sally's comp' notebook. He signed, knowing it would be cold tramping through the apartment to his backpack in his birthday suit sleeping attire. Crazy as his childhood friend and now college school mate had seemed, Bob knew she would act even crazier tomorrow if he didn't show up with a few words scribbled in what ever spot of empty paper he could find inside the word-packed journal.He leaped out of.