Molly's head started to swim as the idea burrowed deep into her consciousness - he owned her. Bubba owned her. She didn't question how she knew his na...me ... she just knew that he owned her tits and her legs and her pussy and above all, he owned her massive, bouncy, heart-shaped ass.John watched in shock as Bubba's fingers, covered in a combination of his own saliva and Molly's juices, slowly entered her ass and retrieved her anal toy. It must have been up there the entire night, he realised, or. It’s not your mum’s fault…’Wow. That really was a bit of a curve-ball. Should I be mad? Strangely enough, I didn’t feel particularly angry, or even annoyed. Weirdly, what I felt most was envy. I would like to have been there for her – to have been able to help her with her needs…I thought about it for a few moments. Ha! Maybe I could turn her obvious anxiety to my advantage!‘Hmmm,’ I looked at her and pursed my lips again, considering.‘Well, I might forgive you, but I think you’ve been a very. Now!" said Jeanette in a voice loud enough to startle me. A moment later, the bed creakings did become rhythmic. Now, I could picture them, Bob pushing in and out of Jeanette. I stroked myself in time to his motions. Jeanette started moaning again, very softly but timed with the bed noises. I almost fell to the floor as I came. I caught myself against the wall, but any noise I made wasn't noticed in the next room.The bed motions were getting faster and faster. "Love ... you ... Love ... you!". I had seen my female colleague undo a violent young man's pants and put her hand down the front and twist his testicles, as we drove him to the station, 'Good Cop', 'Bad Cop', Jilly said, laughing, 'which one am I'?She asked him in a seductive tone, licking his ear, as the police car slowed down, being driven by Sandra, and headed out into the countryside, she was looking into the rear view mirror, watching Jilly's assault on him and laughing.I was eighteen, a rookie, and both women in the car,.