She looked at each of us in turn. "I don't mind if you stay" I added. Both the boys had covered their cocks with their hands and remained quiet. Fiona... didn't reply, just took a step forward and knelt down on the sheet and duvet covering the carpet.Fi is mixed race and has beautiful dark skin, She's a little overweight but not a lot, quite attractive, though not as pretty as Sandra in my opinion. Her hair is very dark, shoulder length and straightened. "So, is this what happens every weekend. Jodi knew that if a guy got a good look at Melissa's figure, that he would want to give her an all night fucking. Jodi smiled to herself, Maybe that would be a good thing?She needs to start fucking the "Boys" so that one of them will marry her and she can get on with her life. Jodi concluded.They left the house at nine-thirty. It was ten-fifteen when they arrived at "Mitty Glen" lounge. It was known all over South Chicago as the place. Not kids, mind you. This was the older money crowd. Valet. Good grief I’m getting old.Once on my back and iPad on my bosom, the emptiness of the bed confirmed my young wife once again stayed up far too late watching Criminal Minds. Can’t stand much of the show myself. Somehow it is too much of a mind fuck. Considering my sexual tastes and fantasies, perhaps I just don’t like the reminder that I am as much of a freak as I am.For once I didn’t jump on BDSMLR right away but checked out my Trillian account. That’s where I found her, my pursuer, my big bad. "By the time she'd finished, I was a wreck. My clit stung. My breasts were streaked. My whole body was aglow. I craved to clamp my thighs together to end the madness. To tip into the abyss. But somehow knew she wouldn't let me. "Fuck, Sharah… Fuck!"She tilted her head again, that wicked glint returning. "Are you begging me, Amber? Hmm?"Pacing closer, she reached out and twisted my face towards her. Hiked her skirt. The pale pink of her panties were stained with a dark oval. "See what your kink.