"It feels so good to be home, to see you, and to get out of my clothes," she said. I suppose she noticed the tent in my pants, and quietly remarked, "...Hmmm...see you are glad I'm home, too." She stood up, removed the camisole, and tossed it over my head, asking, "Does this turn you on?" I told her it did, ad did her going braless, her pantyhose, and her heels. "Oh..well here," she said as she stepped back into her heels. I unzipped my pants, and my erection popped out at her. She moved close and. A long growl and a tensing stomach holding as the wife adds clover clamps and several weights, drool hits the floor the wife whispers Hope you have Much more? while Mitch pants and I grip her back not as gentle as the coffee house hug I gave her. Lifting he body in a pull up she is swinging back by my grip, the wife pushes the bar lowering Mitch then adding a heavy bag of rock to keep her feet floor bound. Not Good Slut as the wife takes a whip and adds some tracks to Mitch's butt she pants and. She pushed back, and I pushed forward, at the same time using my fingers to stimulate her clit and pussy from underneath. She moaned and aah’d, so I pulled back to the opening, then slowly pushed my whole length inside, until my pubic hairs were nestling against, tickling against her arse. I slowly withdrew, then pushed in more strongly, repeating this until I was sure the grunts and groans, the pushes against me, the raised head and clamped hands on my arse were definite signals that it was. It was the familiar feeling of an orgasm. This was it I was about to pop so I pulled out.“I made you cum again Megan. Now be women of your word.”“What the fuck is wrong with you. So what I came that felt too fucking good to stop.” She said with anger.“But you made the rules not me.”“Fine, I'll read the next part.” She then picks back up where she left off.“First is you must sleep with three girls. To mold your dream girl into the perfect shape, second, you must give this girl the emotions of a.