We dried each other off and I started leading him back to his bedroom.“Why not use yours and Pietro’s bed,” Marco said, stopping as we passed it.... “You’ll be more comfortable sleeping in familiar surroundings.”He was right. I would be more comfortable sleeping in my own bed. If Marco was going to sleep with Pietro’s wife, he might as well do it in Pietro’s bed. The sanctity of our marriage was already tarnished, four times. What difference if we used our bed. I climbed into the bed and hung my. This was a threesome, and I thought it was time to join them. I took off my shirt and lay next to Andy; she was on her side by this time, with one of her legs firmly between Charli's.I started by stroking her back, enjoying the play of muscles beneath the skin. She broke their kiss and turned to me with a smile. We kissed and Andy squealed into my mouth as Charli suckled her breasts.Charli kissed her way down Andy's body, and each new spot caused little tremors. I let my mouth roam and kissed. No deep emotion! That was out, this was terrible incest; it could not continue! She had to find a new man, a lover, a husband!Suddenly she thought about handsome Carl Nash.He really looked me over and he liked what he saw, too, she thought. I did get some nice pussy tingles! He knows I'm not blind, too. But I think he stalled so I would come hack and visit him again. I believe I could go for him in a big way! I HAVE to break this terrible craving for Steve!It was obvious that Carl Nash's. She always ran out of water at least a day before his visits. While he was there, he ?cleaned her cage,? not that it was a real cage, just a plywood plank and chains. He used a hose to wash away her shit and to rinse off her sweaty body. Then he fucked her and fed her a carton a yogurt. He wanted her to associate him with the few good things left in her life: a drink of water, a little food, and a break in her isolation. He wanted her to look forward to his visits. And she did. He.