Red wine, beer, vodka, JW, smoke, marijuana we have tried everything. I didn’t want to waste time so I started getting close to her, inch-by-inch. S...he noticed but didn’t care. Once we exchanged the routine naughty eye signal, I planted a simple kiss on her lips which turned into a prolonged version of smooch within no time. We were craving for each other’s touch. Clothes felt like the additional cover for our already heated body. We got rid of them, one by one. I placed my big sofa cushion on. For a time some of the other ladies were actually working her as an angle to get closer to me, until they realized our relationship was such that her opinion carried little weight with me—except, perhaps, as they related to balls, decorating, or fashion. The King was torn between weariness of being around all these people and the naturally intoxicating effect of being swarmed by admiring females all turning on the charm on his behalf. The attention merely wearied me, however, I would not marry. “Clarissa! I can...” the younger girl begins until she is cut off by her own moans as another orgasm washes over her and she climaxes hard on Bentley’s prick.Clarissa shakes her head. “This is some shit!”At the sound of these words, Jewel ceases all struggling to get from beneath the beast and looks at her sister. “Huh? What... ?”Bentley stops too and drags himself away and his cock out of the girl he has been fucking. Jewel looks at the dog, unsure how it is he transformed so quickly as to not. Then the thought just came to my mind. It was a picture on a shelf I’d seen that day while cleaning--a picture of this tall, handsome doctor and his trophy wife with her fit body and crystal blue eyes and sexy smile. And I just started to see a picture I’d never imagined before. I don’t know what got into me, but in my mind I imagined I was in their bed and the doctor was fucking me missionary. And so I fantasized it wasn’t Jason on top of me, but the doctor. But I could still see Jason’s.