. you're jealous, aren't you? You want to be my tits, don't you, you pussy?"Melody could have sworn she heard a disembodied voice whisper, "Yes" as he...r body succumbed to a miniature orgasm. Both happened just as her middle finger had found its way inside of her.Now that her hand was covered in her own juices, she decided to rub those juices into her firm, aroused breasts. As she traced circles around her nipples, she started to feel slightly dizzy. She arched her back as her hands explored her. “I’m up for it … and more.” He looked almost perfect, so ready to eat that I was truly struggling to resist the temptation. I dribbled a few little tart raspberries and blueberries around his groin area. There was little left to do so grinning again, I cheekily arranged a little dollop of cream on his cock-tip, designing it to look like the first spurt of come. Finally, using the bottle with the thin nozzle that I had prepared especially for it, I wrote “Sexiest Man” on his skin just above his. . swinging?”“Actually,” he said. “The swinging part was hers. I stayed away, and then did her good and hard afterwards. That was my part.”I ground my teeth and drove on.“Don’t be so judgmental,” he said after a while. “At least we’re still married.”I said, “Newsflash, Aaron! All the swinging in the world wouldn’t have saved Dee and I. And why just Irene? Why not you too?”He shrugged. “That’s just how it happened. I would have liked having her in a threesome, you know, maybe a foursome--”“You. I wound up sitting cross-legged on the edge of the rug with BJ perched on my right thigh. He fumbled around for a moment before proudly holding up his favorite truck in front of my face, muttering, “Fyah Trug.”“That’s right: Fire truck,” I agreed. I knew better than to try and take it. He was only showing me his fire truck, not offering it.BJ scrambled out of my lap and hurried over to the rest of his trucks. Without bending his knees, he stooped at the waist and picked up a familiar tow truck..