” She said leaning closer to me pointing to the alleged spot, before quickly and suddenly breathing heavily on my face. Again I charged backwards as... began to taste and smell Pauls cum on Tasha’s breath. “You stink” I shouted as Tasha burst into laughter and began to roll across the bed. Paul looked embarrassed though I was beginning to feel more aroused. Tasha lent over to me and said “shall we all fuck” this time instead of thinking I just replied to her “yes” Paul looked like he was about to. He had been cutting her skin, with slow and precise slices. Generating the most pain for the least amount of damage. Her abilities helped her heal quickly, but the psychological impact was hard on her.She still had not eaten, and her hunger, coupled with the pain being inflicted on her, was making her delirious. She could barely lift her head but could smell the delicious fragrance of a stew nearby. She felt her stomach groan and felt her mouth attempt to salivate. Since she had drunk only. I took the seat across from her. She leaned back in hers. "Well, you sure make it tough to make my case, to apologize—for the fortieth time—husband mine," she said."Yeah, maybe 'cuz I don't want to hear anymore of your lies," I said."Clyde, I was telling you the truth. Marlon and I didn't do anything. I mean except business," she said."Verna, do I really look like the village idiot to you? I'm not you know. I'm a whole lot smarter than you and your asshole boss are evidently willing to give me. "And we're gonna prove it to you. Get the scissors, Amy."Wendy knelt down beside her mother. "Don't be mad, Mommy."Martha crouched down and began cutting away Grace's blouse. "I've always wanted to make it with you, Sis," she said huskily as she cut away Grace's bra and exposed her jiggling tits.Grace was horrified. "Wendy! Don't let them do this to me!" It's fun, Mommy," she said rubbing her hand over her mother's fleshy tits. "I've made it with Amy and Aunt Martha. Sex is fabulous." Oh... my.