My family and I had walked to one of favorite restaurants for dinner. This particular establishment doesn't take pre-reservations. So, on busier nights you show up, put your name on the waiting list, and wait until they text you that your table is ready.
Tonight we found the wait was a bit longer than we had expected. Katie and Reagan suggested we go down to one of the stores they loved downstairs.
We walked down, with the kids pausing to take pictures next to the Christmas tree that was still lit post-holiday.
The store was filled with beachy, girlie stuff, and I just wandered around -- admittedly a little preoccupied with my increasing hunger. I guess I should have eaten a little lunch.
I felt someone's eyes on me. I looked up and saw the clerk eyeing me. She glanced away when we made eye contact, seemingly a bit embarrassed.
I went back to browsing as the kids sorted through decals and Katie and Reagan looked at cozy looking beach sweatshirts. Our youngest toddled about, but luckily just wanting to be close to her mother.
Meanwhile, I sensed I was still being watched. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the clerk still looking at me. I purposefully wandered in the direction of the counter. I looked up and she blushed.
"How are you doing this evening?" she managed to ask.
I looked her over as I replied. She was blonde and I judged in her late 40s. She wore a teal colored paisley blouse that showed of just a bit of cleavage.
"Can I help you find anything?" she asked.
"Just killing time..."
"I get it, I just started this job a few weeks ago. But most of the customers are women... I haven't seen too many men in here." she replied.
Just then Katie walked up with two sweatshirts and a few stickers. "Hey love, I just got a text that we are already near the top of the list. So, I guess we should pay for these and head back up."
She showed off one of the sweatshirts. "Isn't this cute? It is on sale!"
I nodded, the sweatshirt was ordinary but Katie's enthusiasm was what was cute.
"You two are married?" the clerk asked as she rang up the items. I figured she was likely wondering how an average looking guy like me had such a stunningly beautiful wife.
Katie smiled proudly, "Yes!"
A bit of a disappointment seemed to flash across the clerks face and Katie noticed it. "Oh, were you flirting with him before I walked up?" she asked with a giggle.
The clerk flushed red and attempted to stammer a denial.
"It is okay! I am totally use to it -- and don't mind at all."
Katie ensured her as she grabbed a pen from the desk. I saw her write the number of my burner on the back of her receipt and hand it back to the clerk. "...our marriage is anything but conventional"
Katie took the bag of purchases from the somewhat dazed store clerk. "Come on love, we better hurry before they give up our table."
We made our way to the front of the store to meet Reagan and the girls. Katie paused to plant a wet kiss on Reagan's lips and turned to see the clerk looked even more confused.
As the kids raced back up the stairs towards the restaurant, I scooped up our youngest. Katie leaned against me with a satisfied smile on her face. Reagan smiled, "Did you find him yet ANOTHER playmate?"
Katie whispered "Oh I think she really wants it. And you have so many young playmates, I think you need to balance it out a bit with an older woman."
We got to the restaurant and talk of the episode stopped as our older girls were in earshot.
As we got ready for bed later that night, I took a quick look at my burner phone and saw among various other messages, a message from a new number. It simply said. "Hi, this is Heather... your wife gave me this number."
I didn't reply, simply laying down the phone and slipping into the already running shower. Reagan joined me and kicked off a rather characteristic night of love making between myself, Katie, and Reagan.
I didn't respond to Heather the next day either. In fact, it wasn't until Tuesday that I did so.
If you have followed along with any of my escapades, you know that Tuesday is my day of play. Katie and Reagan set me free to have whatever fun I want, letting me push whatever limits I choose. In the meantime, they engage in their own fun between each other, but sometimes inviting others of our girl friends to the fun. Aside from a few *********** days -- birthdays, our wedding anniversary, Christmas Eve -- if it is a Tuesday night I am not typically allowed to join them. It is their "girls night". If I stayed around the house, I was banished to the sofa in my man cave.
I had spent the entire morning with my college-aged playmate Taylor. I had enjoyed getting thoroughly soaked by her propensity to squirt during orgasm. But instead of spending the night with her I had returned home.
I lay back on the sofa and grabbed the TV remote and turned it on. I then picked up my burner phone. I replied to a few messages from my other playmates, and then opened that single message from Heather.
"Hi! What are you doing?" I typed.
Within a minute she replied. "Nothing. Just laying in bed. You?"
"Just laying on the couch, flipping channels on the TV."
"Were you bad? Have to sleep on the couch tonight?"
"My wives are having their own night of fun. It is the one day of the week I am not allowed to join them."
She replied "Oh, that sucks. I would never kick you out of the bed.". The text message was ended by a smiling devil emoji.
"Is that so?" I teased in response.
There was a pause and then a minute or two later. "Do you want to be in my bed?" followed by a blushing emoji.
"Definitely."
"Ok, I don't want you to think I am a complete slut. But, I would love that!" she responded.
"Address?" I questioned.
"For real? So your wife really doesn't mind???"
The next message was her address.
I did a quick Google Map lookup and replied. "It will take me 25 minutes"
"Wait, you really are coming???!?"
I was already on my feet and headed to the garage. I pulled my car from the stall a d double checked that my overnight bag I kept ready was complete.
The phone dinged again. "Text me when you get here, please don't ring the bell." Heather had messaged.
I acknowledged her instructions and headed out. Being later at night the road was fairly free of traffic. I pulled into a well-kept neighborhood of homes. I guessed from the architecture that they had been built in the 80s. I killed my headlights and slipped into the empty driveway. I texted her "Here", quietly exited the car, and approached the front door. It was a smaller house -- from an era before everyone had to have a master bath and chef's kitchens.
I had barely reached the front door when it opened. I saw Heather's silhouette lit by the street light.
"Quiet" Heather whispered as she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the darkened house.
I started to remove my shoes but Heather whispered "You can take them off in my room. I don't want my daughter and her friend to know you are here." She then quickly pulled me into a darkened hallway. I made out a bathroom to the right, lit by a small night light. Girlish laughter came from behind the closed door next to it. This must have been her daughter's bedroom. Another closed door lay beyond it, but Heather whisked me to the single door on the left side. She pulled me inside and shut the door behind me.
A singular lamp with a flowery shade added a soft light to the room. A purple bedding set with with a dainty floral pattern covered a queen-sized four poster bed. The comforter was pulled back on one side, revealing an impression of where Heather had been laying. I turned my gaze to her. She was wearing a silky mauve colored bathrobe. It wasn't very flattering, but likely was comfortable.
I slipped out of my shoes as I quietly asked "So you just have the one child."
"Geeze, diving right into my dysfunctional life" she sighed. "I have two. But only one has anything to do with me."
I looked a bit confused. She took my hand again and led me to the bed. I sat down on the plush mattress and she sat down next to me. She took a deep breath.
"I was stupid and got married right out of grad school to a handsome Navy helicopter pilot. A little over a year into the marriage, I was pregnant. I had a healthy son while he was deployed. But he was always going up for deployments. I was left to raise my son myself. I kept asking him to retire from the service and get a civilian job, but he didn't want to. Eleven years into the marriage, and we were on the rocks -- always fighting. But then we were stupid and had makeup sex, and I got pregnant again. It was a girl this time. He was livid, said he didn't want another child, urged me to have an abortion, and said I had intentionally gotten pregnant to guilt him into retiring. Then the last straw was a month after our daughter was born, he accused me of cheating and said the baby wasn't his. I had been so loyal and put up with him leaving me all alone only to have him accuse me of that. I filed for divorce after that. But the messed up thing is my son sided with his father. He was jealous of the attention I gave his sister, he said I had ruined his life. The courts gave me primary custody, and he stuck it out -- begrudgingly. When he turned 18, he left and went to live with his dad. I have received a few Christmas cards, but that's it. Even then it is always just the standard card, with no personal greeting. It has been nine years. So. Yes, I technically have two kids, but only my daughter is in my life." she finished with a big sigh.
"Well damn, I am sorry" I replied. I hadn't meant to open that emotional Pandora's box.
She shook her head, "It is okay, you had no way of knowing. I am sorry if I killed the mood."
I pulled her close to me and lifted her chin. "You didn't."
I brought my mouth to hers and she tensed momentarily in surprise. But I felt her lips part as she gently sucked on my lower lip.
I felt her hand gently cup the side of my face and I heard a pleased sigh escape her lips.
I ran my tongue along her lip and she grasped down and sucked on it. She suddenly pushed back. She looked at me directly and whispered "I don't want you to think I am a slut for inviting you over here late at night. I've never done this. I've only been with my high school boyfriend and then my husband. It has been a very long time..."
I cut her off by pulling her back to me and kissing her more agressively. My hands moved to her waist and I pulled her down onto the bed. Her eyes looked surprised but she eagerly accepted my advances.
I could feel her body had a bit of middle-aged padding. She seem to squirm with a bit of self consciousness as my hand gently squeezed it. I slid my left hand upward and cupped her right breast in my hand. I could feel she was wearing a bra under the bathrobe.
She broke from our passionate kissing. "Are we going to really... I mean I have seen your wife. I can't compare to her. Or your -- what is she, your girlfriend?"
"Nobody can." I replied truthfully. "And yes, the other one is our third. We live as a throuple."
"So why then?"
"I enjoy the variety!" I said as I pulled my shirt over my head.
She smiled as she ran her fingers through my chest hair. I then shucked my shorts, leaving my boxers in place. She eyed the bulge in them and I saw her swallow nervously.
"Are you sure. I mean I am as far from your wife as possible. She is young, and beautiful, and Asian, and fit. I know other men must be so jealous of what you already have."
She slipped off the bed and began to undo the tie of her bathrobe. "I might look younger than it, but I am 51 years old. I am overweight and saggy."
She pulled open her robe, revealing a purple filagreed bra and a pair of black panties. Her breasts were full and her hips were wide. "Sorry, I really don't own much sexy lingerie. I didn't think I had much of a need for it." she apologized as she dropped the robe to the floor. She modestly held her arm over her chest as if to conceal it from my view.
I smiled, "Well, you look plenty sexy."
She shyly protested as she climbed back onto the bed "You are just saying that."
I pulled her to me again, my hands grabbing her round ass. We began to kiss again and soon my hands began to roam again. As she felt my firm hand cupping her breast, she fumbled to unfasten bra. She pulled the shoulder band down and let the boob I had been caressing fall free. It was bigger than I expected and soft and pendulous. Her nipples were light brown and the areola sagged into an oval shape under the weight of her motherly mammaries. I brought my mouth to her nipple and sucked firmly on it. She let go of the bra and clasped the back of my head as she tried to stifle a loud moan.
I continued to suck on her nipple and then moved to the other one. She gasped and squirmed.
I felt her one hand slip from it's grip on the back of my head and then felt her suddenly grab the front of my boxers. Her hand closed against my throbbing shaft. "Holy fuck!" she exclaimed to herself. I felt her tug on me several times and then felt her fingers pull back my waistband.
She pushed me back. "I know I shouldn't be such a slut... but I want you to have your way with me." she gasped.
I wasn't waiting for to change her mind or ask twice. I pushed her onto her back and kissed her again. She clumsily reached down and shoved her panties down. My hand immediately plunged between her legs and found the damp stubble of her shaven pubic hair. My fingers slipped between her slick pussy lips. They encountered her hot, wet vagina. Heather moaned loudly. I pushed two fingers deep inside, and she bucked against my hand. My whole hand was getting wet from her juices.
I carefully withdrew my fingers and brought them towards my mouth, but she grabbed my hand and pulled it to her own mouth and sucked on them. She then pulled me in for a kiss. I now tasted a combination of her minty breath with the tang of her pussy juices.
"Fuck me, I can't wait any more." she whispered hoarsely.
I pushed myself back and stood up. She looked confused until I grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards me until her ass was at the edge of the bed.
I grasped my cock and positioned the tip between her slippery pussy lips. I thrust forward and easily entered her. I began to pump into her. She moaned loudly as I thrust. Her cunt was hot and slick. It gripped my cock as I fucked.
"Mmmm, harder baby. Have your way with me she gasped excitedly."
With her legs over my shoulders I buried myself deep. I pumped hard.
"Mmmmmm fuck, yes like that. Don't you dare pull out. I don't care if you knock me up, I want to feel you cum in me." she demanded in between moans.
I thrust harder. The bed squeaked loudly as I forced my cock deep into her hot pussy.
She gripped the sheets as she felt my throbbing married manhood deep inside her.
As I was fucking, I got the feeling we were being watched, and I swear I heard girlish giggling. I had my suspensions that Heather's daughter and her friend had heard her mothers exclamations and were now enjoying the free show. But I wasn't about to ruin the moment by calling attention to their peeping.
But the thought of being watched was enough to detonate the sizzling charge in my balls. I grabbed her hips tightly and slammed into Heather repeatedly. After about five pumps, the explosive blast of cum fired hard and fast into her pussy.
Heather's eyes grew big as she felt my cum filling her. She grabbed her pillow and shoved it into her own face. She groaned into it as her hips bucked uncontrollably against my cock in pleasure.
Eventually I slowed and let her legs down. I leaned down to kiss her. "Don't worry I've been snipped so..."
She kissed me and then smiled. "Like I said, I didn't care if you did. It would be worth it for something so amazing."
She hesitated, "I know this was probably just a fling for you. But can you stay for a little bit?"
I nodded. "Definitely. And just so you know, I tend to fuck my playmates quite regularly. Not to say a one-night thing doesn't happen occasionally... and I understand if that's what happens since we didn't really discuss beforehand. But, I would rather that you belong to me."
Heather sighed contentedly. "Really? So you want own me -- for me to be yours and yours alone??"
I nodded.
She exclaimed "I like the sound of that!" Then she made a bit of a frown "Unfortunately, you probably need to sneak out by six in the morning, I don't want to have to explain anything to my daughter."
I nodded in agreement, but I wondered if my senses had been playing tricks on me. Or did her daughter already know?
She crawled back towards the pillow and I clambered behind her. She reached over and switched off the lamp and I lay there spooning with her. My now deflating cock continued to ooze the last drops of cum against her curvaceous ass. She giggled and snuggled closer.
"I see why your wife lets you fuck other girls. You must wear her little body out... because I am so sore right now." she happily complained.
We snuggled in closer and quite exhausted from our activities, I heard her soon gently snoring. I quietly rolled into my back and lay there in the quiet. The room was softly lit by the moonlight seeping through the sheer curtains. The repetivd sound of her breathing soon lulled me to sleep too.
I am not sure how long I had slept, but something stirred me awake. I felt a warm wetness on my groin and heard whispers. I opened my eyes, and blinked to let my eyes adjust. I could make out the dim figure of a young black girl knelt between my legs and gently running her tongue on the underside of my waking cock. Another skinny blonde hovered next to the bed, her long hair shimmering in the moonlight.
Even in my delirium, I put together that the blonde must have been Heather's daughter and the black girl must have been her friend. I closed my eyes until they were open just a slit.
What should I do? I mean, I had no idea how old the friend was, but some quick math using the info from Heather's earlier conversation indicated her daughter was not yet of age. Heather had no idea of my proclivities. What if she woke up to see what was happening?
As my mind raced and my cock stiffened I listened to their whispers.
"This is so crazy, what if he wakes up." Heather's daughter whispered.
"Stop worrying Emma! Look, he is getting bigger!"
Well at least I knew Heather's daughter's name now. And, indeed I was getting erect.
I watched through my mostly closed eyes as the friend peered at my pulsating shaft, intrigued. She rubbed her fingers lightly over it and I saw a bright smile light up her face as it twitched in response.
She then brought it back to her mouth and gently licked a few circles around the ridge. "Here, touch it!" she urged Emma.
Emma shook her head nervously.
I felt her friend's fingers wrap around my shaft and begin to tug it's length.
"Janelle! You are going to wake him up!" Emma hoarsely whispered.
Well, now I knew the friends name too.
I felt a slight stirring to my left as Heather rolled from her back towards me. A feeling of panic flooded through me. The girls froze too. I was pretty sure all hell would break loose if Heather saw what was happening. I continued to feign sleep. My only choice was to pretend I wasn't aware of what was going on.
But Heather didn't stir further. Janelle began to boldly stroke me again.
"We should stop..." Emma urged. Janelle shook her head no and paused, grabbing Emma's hand. She pulled it to my cock and I felt Emma's slender fingers wrap around my shaft.
I felt a shudder and heard Heather inhale sharply. Neither girl noticed. Then I felt Heather's breath next to my ear and I felt her lips touch my ear lobe. Then I heard her say in a barely audible whisper. "Let them..."
I realized that not only was she awake but had been watching the girls for some time!
Meanwhile, Janelle was guiding Emma's hand as they both excitedly watched my cock.
Even in the dim lighting it was an erotic scene to see the girls working their young hands on my cock. Emma leaned closer, and I felt her young perky nipples pressed against my leg.
A drop of precum oozed from the head. "Did you see that??" Emma whispered excitedly.
Janelle replied. "I think it is meant to lubricate us. God, but I am already so wet already. Are you wet?"
Emma whispered "So wet..."
Janelle's face hovered directly over my cock as she guided their strokes. The two were definitely getting caught up in the moment, their enthusiastic whispers getting louder.
I could hear Heather's breathing getting heavier too as we continued to watch them unknowingly.
"I can't stop thinking about how hard he fucked your mom. I want him to do that to me." Janelle pined.
Emma sighed. "Me too! I wish I could feel him pound me."
I heard Heather unintentionally let out a soft moan as she heard her daughter admit that. The girls froze mid stroke, but it didn't matter. The trigger had been pulled. My cum blasted from the tip of my dick and hit Janelle squarely in the face. Even in the dim light, I could see her dark complexion was plastered by my thick white cum.
The girls didn't know what to do. The moan had caught them off guard but the forceful ejaculation had apparently been even more unexpected.
Heather reached over and flipped on the bedside lamp. The girls guiltily stared like deer caught in the headlights. Janelle tried to babble some sort of excuse or apology.
"You don't need to apologize." Heather said dismissively before she turned to me. "I mean, right? I think we both enjoyed the surprise. "
I nodded.
"Janelle, you're 18 right?"
Janelle proudly nodded as she tried to wipe my cum from her face. "Yes, I turned 18 three months ago."
"Still, you can't say anything to anyone. Because Emma isn't."
Janelle nodded understandingly. She then looked over at me as she seductively sucked my cum off her fingers. She raised her eyebrows and mouthed the word "Yummy!" towards me.
Heather sat up, covering her breasts with the sheet. She sked "Would your wife be mad that this happened -- with my daughter?"
I shook my head. "Definitely not. I mean this isn't the first time."
Heather looked shocked. "So you've..."
"Yeah, I've..." I started, but Heather leaned forward and grabbed both sides of my head and planted a wet kiss on my lips.
"I want you to know I had no plans for this part to happen tonight." she said.
"Nor did I." I assured her.
She looked back at her daughter, who still kneeled at the side of the bed. "Emma, do you really want him to pound you?"
Emma looked shock that her mother asked such a question and stammered something unintelligible.
Heather seemed to realize what she had just said and became a bit flustered too. "I am sorry, I don't know what came over me. I have never had these thoughts before. In fact, if you had suggested it I would have said it was wrong and illegal." She hesitated for a moment and shook her head. "But when I saw you two touching him, I don't know... I didn't get mad, I didn't think it was gross. It turned me on. And when Emma said that... I could only picture it happening."
Emma blushed crimson with embarrassment.
"It is okay!" I assured Heather.
"And Emma, you don't have to be embarrassed."
I swung my leg off the edge of the bed. I may have just left a nice load across Janelle's face, but the thought of fucking Emma was getting me all turned on again. I stood up, and held out my hand to help Emma to her feet.
She stood about 5'4" with fair skin and green eyes. Her blonde hair was wavy and fell midway down her back. Freckles covered both her cheeks. She was wearing a tank top with a high school mascot on it and a pair of light blue panties. I could see she hadn't been fibbing about being wet, as a obvious wet spot was visible on the fabric.
I bent to kiss her and she awkwardly accepted. I could tell it was her first kiss. My cock was pressed against the fabric of her shirt. I heard Heather make a little moan of satisfaction as she watched me kiss her daughter.
I paused and looked down at Emma, "Are you sure? Once we get started you can't change your mind. You will belong to me."
"So does that mean my mom belongs to you?" Emma
Heather nodded. "I guess I do. I never thought I would do this. But are you sure you want to go that far, Emma? It means never having a boyfriend, or getting married, or having kids."
Emma looked up at me pensively.
"Do it!" Janelle urged.
"Would you?"
Janelle laughed. "Hell yes! If he asked me I would..."
Emma breathed a big sigh. "Mom? What should I do?"
Heather smiled. "I shouldn't try to influence this... I should tell you that it is wrong, but I can't. Baby, just let him have you. "
Emma looked back at me and before she could change her mind, I scooped her up and tossed her slim frame back on the bed. Her head landed in her mother's lap. I tugged down Emma's panties, revealing a soft tuft of fine blonde pubic hair over a set of rosy pink labia.
"Oh wow, he is really gonna do it." Janelle exclaimed.
I gently slipped my fingers against Emma's slit. It was wet, but a quick prodding found it extremely tight. She squirmed under my touch.
I spread her legs wide and stepped between them. I grabbed my cock and pressed the tip against her. She took a deep breath and nodded. She was ready for me to make her mine.
I pushed my hips forward and she tensed as she felt my cock begin to stretch her. Heather was holding her breath -- forgetting to breathe as she watched the depravity she had encouraged.
I pushed in deeper, my head working fully inside Emma.
"Pound me. Like you did my mom." she said yearningly.
"Honey, you should go slow it is your first time." her mother warned.
"Pound me!" Emma begged.
I grabbed her skinny hips and shoved deep. I repeated this several times, letting her young cunt lubricate my cock.
I then slid back and brought her legs up to my shoulders, like I had her mom.
"Ohh here he goes!" Janelle said excitedly.
I began to thrust hard against her. She winced at first, clearly not enjoying it as much as she had imagined. But she knew she couldn't ask me to stop now. As I continued, she gradually became accustomed to the thick, hard member that was violating her vagina.
Heather shook her head, "I can't believe this is happening. I am going to burn in Hell for this."
"So what? I think it is so hot!" Janelle reasoned.
Heather smiled. "Oh, I didn't say I didn't like it. I am so wet thinking about how we are gonna share the same cock."
Janelle nodded excitedly. "I am so horny. My panties are soaking wet."
"Mmmm, do you want to take them off?" Heather asked.
Janelle nodded her head emphatically.
"Well go ahead, and maybe you can let me taste?" Heather suggested hopefully.
"Mom!" Emma protested.
"What? I mean it is only fair. When she licked his cock earlier she tasted me." Heather reasoned.
Janelle had slipped out of her bottoms. Her chocolate slit was waxed clean, but literally bubbling with wetness.
I felt my cock twitching as I watched Heather reach forward and pull Janelle's shirt over her head. She had a set of perky tits - I judged to be at least a B cup.
Emma noticed I was distracted by Janelle and got my attention. "Fuck me! Hard!" she ordered.
I drew back and slammed into her full force. She yelped, as I did it again and again. The bed shook violently as I fucked her hard, just as she had requested.
I looked back at Janelle and Heather. They had become distracted from each other as they watched me fucking Emma.
I noticed that Heather had her fingers plunged deep in her own pussy and was squirming in wet pleasure. She breathlessly asked me, "How is her little pussy?"
"Tight, wet, and about to get pumped full of my cum." I said as I felt the pressure building in my balls.
I leaned in and pressed tight against Emma. I grunted as I dumped a generous load into her teen cunt. She was clawing at my skin as she felt my fill her tight void.
I let her legs down and reburied myself into her. Her little body quaked with tension.
I pulled up her shirt and revealed two cute pale A-cup titties, centered by pale pink nipples. I brought my mouth to one and roughly sucked on the rubbery nub. She moaned loudly and I felt her wetness course across my cock.
I thrust my pelvis against her and brought my mouth to her other nipple. She gasped as she fought to retain some semblance of bodily control. Her tight teen pussy convulsed on me.
We slowed as I looked into her young eyes. By now, I had lost track of how many not-yet legal girls I had fucked. A few I had fallen in love with, but many would remain just good fucks. Emma was the latter, but regardless the thrill of being with the forbidden was intense. The look in her eyes showed she was completely smitten with me. As if to confirm that she pulled me close and whispered "I am yours."
I nodded.
We were distracted by the sounds of gentle moaning. I looked up to see Janelle and Heather laying face to face, slowly kissing, while Heather slowly worked her index and middle finger into Janelle's slot.
Emma got up and walked over to the lamp, turning it off again. She then nudged me over so I was in the middle of the plush bed and climbed in. She pulled the covers over us and pushed her small ass up against my quickly shrinking dick.
I sighed as I flipped onto the plush bed next to her. "I am empty. Between fucking your mom earlier, getting jerked off by you two, and then filling you up, my balls are drained."
Emma sighed happily as I spooned with her. "It feels so good dripping out of me." she whispered.
I looked at alarm clock and saw it was just after 2:00am. I gently caressed Emma's body and then -- tired from an evening of activities -- fell back asleep to the sounds of Heather and Janelle quietly exploring each other.