Embarrassment? Fatigue? Arousal?“Thank you ladies. If you ever want to help again feel free to stop by the house.” I offer as my, now untied, girl...s get dressed.As we walk home Abby speaks up, “That was hot!”“We will never be allowed to show our faces at the village again.” Josephine laments.“You didn’t like it?” I ask.“It’s not that.” My wife blushes. Obviously excited.“We made them part of the act. I doubt they will tell anyone.” I answer.That evening the three of us shower together. I enjoy. It was that nice kind of pain. The kind of pain that made your knees feel like jelly and your stomach feel all funky. We stayed in that position for a while. Humping, grunting, and panting in unison. Her big, ass-cheeks rubbed loudly on the leather. Keeping in time with my thrusts and her pushes! Her arms were wrapped around my neck as tightly as her legs were around my hips. Her mouth licked my chest, neck, and face. Her tongue and teeth, played with my nipples. And, her lips, sucked them. I,. ’ ‘Can I help?’ ‘Tell me I’m all right as my own man,’ he chuckled. ‘No, on second thoughts, there’s no need: I am him regardless.’ ‘I like it that you feel you can confide your moods in me,’ she smiled back and took another sip of her wine. ‘Sometimes my moods irritate me.’ ‘I know this already,’ she smiled and put her glass down, ‘but you can ease your anxieties by sitting back and being comfortable and closing off from the outside world.’ ‘Sometimes,’ he conceded grudgingly. ‘You are what. Penelope realized her Mother was fully aware of her submission to the Colonel's needs and silently condoned it. She slowly grew to hate her Mother after that. Her hatred for her Mother was like a snake in her gut every time her stepfather deposited another load of his creamy cum in her mouth, her pussy or her fully stretched rectum. She really did not blame the Colonel. He was, after all, just a man. He was merely another man that let his cock tell his brain how to behave.She really blamed.