On the Friday that Aunt Shellie came over I could tell something was up, she wasn't all smiles like normal. She got real formal "Candace? (that’s my... mom) that asshole has been moving things out of the house, I think he’s planning on leaving me and filing for divorce. He can have the divorce but its going to cost him dearly. I need Ronnie here to get me pregnant, for real. I researched it and in this state it doesn't matter who the father is, we are married and he will be held responsible for. As I had expected earlier in the day, she wasn’t wearing any panties under the skirt. Both ladies were now moaning and my cock was stirring and was completely hard again.I leaned over and whispered in Tami’s ear, “I want you to eat Ann’s pretty pussy.” She moaned again and nodded her head. She stepped away from Ann and was quickly on her knees between Ann’s legs burying her face in Ann’s pussy. I looked at Ann and smiled. Our eyes met and I mouthed the word, “enjoy”. She smiled back and. I was hanging out with my friend at his place, playing some video games. We were smoking weed and the conversation we had was everywhere. He got onto the subject of how he hasn't hooked up with anybody in almost 2 years. The only reason for his dry spell seemed to be was because he would spend most of his time playing video games and smoking weed. He was a nice guy, handsome, slightly chubby, with short hair. After he told me about his lack of a sex life, I couldn't stop thinking of his aching. Even the leaders among the pack dithered, striking up conversations and dilly-dallying with faux romance. It was too vanilla. A TWA graduate expected to provide spontaneous sensuality to her newest lascivious aficionado, inclined to accommodate his slightest sexual whim. Thus, fearing they would become complacent among the languid masses and lose their honed TWA advantage, graduates attended month long retreats at selected TWA venues to keep their minds and bodies tuned to peak performance..