Although Per must have noticed that I liked being dominated, it didn't matter in our relationship for a long time. That changed the day I told him I'd had a one night stand. Per had been on Mondays for weeks and only came home on weekends. I could hardly bear the nights alone. But when he skipped a weekend because the handover date was pressing, it was too much. A few days later the job was finished, everything was as it was before. Almost everything, because I decided to confess my misstep to him.
Afterwards I was very relieved that Per didn’t let me down or even freaked out. I did not attach great importance to his remark, "Of course we have to punish the little culprit, otherwise she will do it again." But he asked me to give him a detailed description of the night.
It was pure coincidence: I happened to meet an ex-lover while shopping. We drove from the cafe to his apartment. Then he already knew that nobody was waiting for me at home, and he surely suspected that I was on the hose. He had put in our earlier music together and complimented me. When he praised my creoles, he had brushed my earlobe, which made me hot right away. When asked whether I had decided to have further piercings, he simply pulled my blouse out of my jeans and opened it from below to the height of the construction label. There, too, he played - apparently searching - with his finger. Or was there anything new in the panties in this regard? I offered to check later. But he immediately opened my jeans pushed several fingers under my panties and felt how wet I was already. He still remembered how to finger me to orgasm and didn't let the opportunity slip by. Then he asked me: “Now it's your turn!” What should I do? Jump off now? I jerked his cock, which jumped stiffly out of the slip until the glans was exposed and then blew in until it came into my mouth. I remembered the taste, but had completely forgotten how small his spear was compared to Pers's oar. But that didn't matter at that moment. In the meantime we had already drunk too much to drive me home, so I stayed with him for the night. He still took me doggy and I rode him the next morning. He also seemed to like the fact that I made breakfast for us, wearing only a short towel. When he came out of the bathroom, he stood behind me, caressed my breasts and I felt his stiff cock slide between my buttocks. But then the bad conscience arose in me. Now I was glad that he hadn't accepted my half-hearted offer to get it for me in my chocolate entrance too.
After this confession, Per had helped me to several orgasms and we were still arm in arm exhausted from lovemaking. But now he sent me to get our "toy box". Per took an anal plug from her. I was allowed to moisten it with my spit, but then Per rammed it into me - without widening my butt hole as usual with his finger and without lubricant. It hurt a lot. Then I should get dressed, we would go to my mother's house now. Per didn't care which panties I wore. But it should be my tightest jeans. I decided to wear panties underneath, after all, Per didn't even give me the opportunity to disappear into the bathroom. So I was afraid that his sperm might begin to wet my jeans. I usually didn't wear a bra when Per was with me. My apples don't need a hold, he said. When I was about to slip into my ballerinas, Per demanded that I take the slutty platform sandals instead. So far I had only worn it in bed. The first steps on them required my full concentration. My hips were in full swing because walking in these shoes forced me to prance into a gait. To keep my balance at all, I had to keep pushing my butt out.
The ride was an ordeal. The foreign body in my butt was fixed by the tight jeans and made itself felt with every bump. We had informed Mother before we left that we were on our way to see her. She was happy that we came, but Klaus, her friend, wasn't back until late in the evening. Coffee was made. Mother had dressed up. A short skirt accented her mature thighs. A translucent blouse revealed her well-filled half-cup bra. Of course she asked us what the reason for the short-term visit was. Per just said: "Your daughter has something to confess and something to show you." I was amazed. Per hadn't announced this with a single word. But what should I do? So I reported on my affair. Mom's reactions were more angry than Per's. pulling my pants down and showing my mom the plug. My refusal would certainly have irritated Mama and put her equanimity to the test. Besides, the whole performance had made me so wet that the gusset of my panties got stuck in my furrow. Per mocked “Look at your daughter, how she makes the whole story horny!” My mother was impressed by the plug in my butt hole: Such a huge part must hurt. You couldn't imagine wearing something like that. Per spontaneously suggested to my mother that she should just take off her skirt and panties, then she could try them out. And my mother did what my friend suggested! She unzipped her skirt and let it slide down. A black mini thong emerged, which disappeared behind her buttocks. The triangle in front was made of a thin point. You could see that my mother was completely shaved. Although I trimmed my shame regularly, I only shaved it completely occasionally. I had to pull the plug out of my bum and then lick the plastic piece clean in front of my mother. Per held out individual fingers of his hand, which I was supposed to moisten with my tongue. Only now did I suspect what Per was up to. And indeed: He asked my mother to “pull your buttocks apart!”. She leaned forward in anticipation of the plug, but Per put first one, then two fingers into my mother's butt hole before I was supposed to push the plug in. Only now did my mother notice what had happened and her head turned red. Per wasn't bothered by it. The triangle in front was made of a thin point. You could see that my mother was completely shaved. Although I trimmed my shame regularly, I only shaved it completely occasionally. I had to pull the plug out of my bum and then lick the plastic piece clean in front of my mother. Per held out individual fingers of his hand, which I was supposed to moisten with my tongue. Only now did I suspect what Per was up to. And indeed: He asked my mother to “pull your buttocks apart!”. She leaned forward in anticipation of the plug, but Per put first one, then two fingers into my mother's butt hole before I was supposed to push the plug in. Only now did my mother notice what had happened and her head turned red. Per was not bothered by it. The triangle in front was made of a thin point. You could see that my mother was completely shaved. Although I trimmed my shame regularly, I only shaved it completely occasionally. I had to pull the plug out of my bum and then lick the plastic piece clean in front of my mother. Per held out individual fingers of his hand, which I was supposed to moisten with my tongue. Only now did I suspect what Per was up to. And indeed: He asked my mother to “pull your buttocks apart!”. She leaned forward in anticipation of the plug, but Per put first one, then two fingers into my mother's butt hole before I was supposed to push the plug in. Only now did my mother notice what had happened and her head turned red. Per was not bothered by it. that my mother was completely shaved. Although I trimmed my shame regularly, I only shaved it completely occasionally. I had to pull the plug out of my bum and then lick the plastic piece clean in front of my mother. Per held out individual fingers of his hand, which I was supposed to moisten with my tongue. Only now did I suspect what Per was up to. And indeed: He asked my mother to “pull your buttocks apart!”. She leaned forward in anticipation of the plug, but Per put first one, then two fingers into my mother's butt hole before I was supposed to push the plug in. Only now did my mother notice what had happened and her head turned red. Per was not bothered by it. that my mother was completely shaved. Although I trimmed my shame regularly, I only shaved it completely occasionally. I had to pull the plug out of my bum and then lick the plastic piece clean in front of my mother. Per held out individual fingers of his hand, which I was supposed to moisten with my tongue. Only now did I suspect what Per was up to. And indeed: He asked my mother to “pull your buttocks apart!”. She leaned forward in anticipation of the plug, but Per put first one, then two fingers into my mother's butt hole before I was supposed to push the plug in. Only now did my mother notice what had happened and her head turned red. Per was not bothered by it. I had to pull the plug out of my bum and then lick the plastic piece clean in front of my mother. Per held out individual fingers of his hand, which I was supposed to moisten with my tongue. Only now did I suspect what Per was up to. And indeed: He asked my mother to “pull your buttocks apart!”. She leaned forward in anticipation of the plug, but Per put first one, then two fingers into my mother's butt hole before I was supposed to push the plug in. Only now did my mother notice what had happened and her head turned red. Per was not bothered by it. I had to pull the plug out of my bum and then lick the plastic piece clean in front of my mother. Per held out individual fingers of his hand, which I was supposed to moisten with my tongue. Only now did I suspect what Per was up to. And indeed: He asked my mother to “pull your buttocks apart!”. She leaned forward in anticipation of the plug, but Per put first one, then two fingers into my mother's butt hole before I was supposed to push the plug in. Only now did my mother notice what had happened and her head turned red. Per wasn't bothered by it. And indeed: He asked my mother to “pull your buttocks apart!”. She leaned forward in anticipation of the plug, but Per put first one, then two fingers into my mother's butt hole before I was supposed to push the plug in. Only now did my mother notice what had happened and her head turned red. Per was not bothered by it. And indeed: He asked my mother to “pull your buttocks apart!”. She leaned forward in anticipation of the plug, but Per put first one, then two fingers into my mother's butt hole before I was supposed to push the plug in. Only now did my mother notice what had happened and her head turned red. Per was not bothered by it.
He asked my mother whether her back entrance was still young. Embarrassed, she replied: “I'm so sensitive there, and most men are careless!” Per offered to teach her the use of the rosette sensitively. I can assist and advise. My mother didn't defend herself with a word and shamelessly let Per her little hole. As for me, I suspected that Per was just trying to humiliate me further. We should have a coffee first. Then you can go on casually. Mama seemed to have got used to the foreign body in her back door quickly. Nor did she find anything wrong with the fact that she - and I, of course - should run around with our nakedness. But unexpectedly there was a problem. A couple from mom's neighborhood visited her spontaneously and brought home-made apple pie. Mama just managed to grab a kimono. I grabbed my blazer. But when I wanted to disappear into the next room, Per held me back: That was all there was to it. Of course we attracted attention with our unsuitable outerwear. Nor did she hide everything. At Mama you saw a lot of bare skin, for example the bare thighs above her hold-ups. My nipples had straightened up steeply from the friction with the unfamiliar fabric and were pushing through. When I leaned forward to distribute cakes, Mama's neighbor got peep eyes and said dryly to her: "You also have interesting apples." Of course we attracted attention with our unsuitable outerwear. Nor did she hide everything. At Mama you saw a lot of bare skin, for example the bare thighs above her hold-ups. My nipples had straightened up steeply from the friction with the unfamiliar fabric and were pushing through. When I leaned forward to distribute cakes, Mama's neighbor got peep eyes and said dryly to her: "You also have interesting apples." Of course we attracted attention with our unsuitable outerwear. Nor did she hide everything. At Mama you saw a lot of bare skin, for example the bare thighs above her hold-ups. My nipples had straightened up steeply from the friction with the unfamiliar fabric and were pushing through. When I leaned forward to distribute cakes, Mama's neighbor got peep eyes and said dryly to her: "You also have interesting apples."
I think it was also because of our outfit that the neighbors stayed long. When they had finally left, Per grabbed Mum's bare bottom and pushed her up the stairs into her bedroom. He just said to me: "I don't think we're going back today: you can clean up and then keep Klaus company!" Mama shrugged at me and then pulled Pers's head towards her and gave him a demonstrative kiss.
I briefly considered going home alone, but I had already drunk too much. So for that night I was left with only one bed in my mom's guest room. I was mad at Per, who did not satisfy me, but mom. Alternatively, I played on myself, but it wasn't the same. Klaus came home quite late. He didn't seem really surprised by his wife's antics. When he realized that his place in the shared bedroom was already taken, he also moved into the guest room. It felt like it wasn't the first time. I was woken up by the light. He greeted him briefly, but couldn't quite explain my behavior: "Well, also in exile?". Then he unabashedly undressed before my eyes. I was amazed how athletic his body was. Only wearing a pair of panties he lay down on the other side of the marriage bed. During the night I felt his erect cock between my buttocks. I had taken an old mom's t-shirt that had come up. It was a mistake to go without the panties just because they were sucked in. Klaus must have awakened from the reactions in the middle of his front. I noticed this because his breaths changed. But he pretended to be asleep. At the same time he pushed his tail very slowly in the direction of my Venus and played at its entrance. I held my breath to see if he would dare. This bastard actually seemed to feel my unsatisfied lust and was now playing with it. Suddenly my lips moved to the side and he was inside. His hard part was smaller than Per's. But I didn't care in this situation. I also thought of Pers's words and of Mama's lack of solidarity. I shifted my pelvis a little more so that Klaus was a little more comfortable, but he quickly discharged. How I missed the vibrations that Persian shocks always made in me.
When I woke up the next morning, Klaus was already up and preparing breakfast. When Per came down, Mama was holding his hand. But he gave me a kiss, "Well, slept well?" But he didn't like my lift in the baggy T-shirt: "Don't act like that: You don't just show other men naked, you're going to fuck them right away!"
My panties were still in the living room from the day before. Mama happened to be standing next to me when I was changing. She noticed the dried semen on her T-shirt when I pulled it over my head and stood naked: “You slept with Klaus? I want to see that again! ”What should I explain about being half asleep, etc. Mom was so mean! Bare-breasted I had to sit down at the table.
After an extensive breakfast, mom helped me out with her cosmetics. I put my hair up. When I got out of the bathroom, Mama and Per were already waiting - he was in one of the deep armchairs and Mama on his thigh. Klaus looked a little insecure. Because while I exposed his cock and played with it with tongue and lips, he carefully sent his hands to me on my travels .. When his prick was big enough, I let him fuck me on the couch. I wanted to find Pers's gaze, but he was busy elsewhere. Mom cheered on her husband: “Fuck my horny daughter properly! Spray her full of Venus! ”She leaned against Per and it seemed to me as if she was trying to direct his rock hard boner between her buttocks. Pers's hands were on her side, but so that he could stimulate her nipples.
When Klaus finally hosed me, she called out to "Sweetie, do you want to see what my son-in-law taught me tonight?" She stood waiting, put her feet apart, leaned forward and pulled her buttocks apart. But Per called me: "Come on, make yourself useful!" I had to moisten Mama's butt hole with my tongue and spread spit on Pers's cock. When I saw Mama I understood for the first time why Per always talked about my little plum. Mama moaned when Per was in her, but after a few pushes she got used to his rhythm. She even cheered on my friend: "Come on, my strong stallion, make it into my tight hole!" I had to kneel under mom and lick her clit. I saw, how Pers's huge part overcame the muscle ring and disappeared until it stopped. When I licked I tried hard, so mom almost came together with Per. I tasted his sperm that ran out of mom.
From now on, neither Mama nor Per would be embarrassed when they did it in front of my eyes. Mom with her voluminous balls gave Per a titty fuck too. If Per penetrated Mama, I often heard her pussy smacking. Sometimes I had to lie naked, and now and then they tied me up or I was hit on my bottom.
Mom not only surrendered to Per, she helped him humiliate me. If Per asked, she grabbed my thighs. But she always stopped skilfully in time before it came to me. With Mama everything was so ambiguous. Once, Mama and Per ate strawberries that they dipped into each other's filled cunts beforehand. Occasionally they would also put one of the fruits in my mouth. I knew the taste. Nor did I know why she sometimes asked me to put on one of those latex panties that had dildos of various sizes on the inside. Was she trying to help me climax or was she trying to humiliate me by leaving me with a plastic cock? It was similar with Per. When mom only wanted to let me out on the street with a chastity belt, Per was against it.
Occasionally Klaus and I saw his wife put horns on him together. Per then called her and Klaus drove her to us. She was always quick to put on something daring. I also became a witness when we were with them and mom shouted loudly through the whole house: "Honey, do you want to watch when Per worries me about it?" Per never asked me that.
Per had also stipulated that Klaus had to call him every time before he could speak to his wife. But when it was the first time in the middle of the night, Per even limited the times. Usually he allowed them to do so, but only with a condom.
Klaus' attitude towards me was ambivalent. When we were visiting mum's house, he looked at me as a trophy when his wife and son-in-law were up to it in his bed. Per never intervened if Klaus called me in the meantime. At first I showered extensively afterwards. But when Per noticed this, he forbade me to do any cleaning.
There were always situations in which I feared that Per would offer me to other men as well. At one point there was trouble with an insurance agent. Per invited the plump and sweaty-looking man to us. I had to serve both of them and stand by in silence like a servant in our living room - next to Per, so that the stranger could always see me clearly. I should show my hooker stilettos and otherwise a lot of bare skin. Per asked for the thin hanging skirt, which had actually been quite a bad buy. It just covered my buttocks and you could see my breasts through the wide sleeve holes. I also had to put on the particularly tight panties. After just a few steps with which I had fetched the two beers from the refrigerator and poured them, my snail tingled.
Eigentlich gefiel es mir nicht, wie mich alle kommandierten, aber es machte mich feucht. Und was konnte ich schon daran ändern?
When I had my strawberry week, mom stayed with us. Per had set it that way. For those days I was useless for anything. I didn't even enjoy anal. I had to make do with the guest couch in the living room while Mama got my place in our bed. Of course I heard the two of them having fun at night. Mama squealed, moaned, and whined half the night. Sometimes I heard her whisper with Per: “You're insatiable!” “But please be careful, I'm so sensitive!” In our apartment, mom almost always showed herself in lingerie. I think she did this voluntarily to lure Per with her charms. Per had chosen the things for her. They flattered Mama's advantages, some parts had definitely been chosen a size too small by him. Even in bed, she often wore high heels. So from the first time a collection of her shoes graced our hallway and kept reminding me that I had to share my boyfriend. The two of them weren't exactly sensitive in other ways either: When Per came home sweaty, Mom would sometimes meet him in the bathtub. During their games, they put the room under water several times. Otherwise mom blocked our bathroom half the evening to prepare for the night with my boyfriend. The fact that Mama often hurried into the bathroom in the morning with one hand between her legs also hurt me. I knew what kind of charges Per sometimes splashed into me, but she really didn't have to demonstrate it that demonstratively. When Per came home sweaty, Mom would sometimes meet him in the bath tub. During their games, they flooded the room several times. Otherwise mom blocked our bathroom half the evening to prepare for the night with my boyfriend. The fact that Mama often hurried into the bathroom in the morning with one hand between her legs also hurt me. I knew what kind of charges Per sometimes splashed into me, but she really didn't have to demonstrate it that demonstratively. When Per came home sweaty, Mom would sometimes meet him in the bath tub. During their games, they flooded the room several times. Otherwise mom blocked our bathroom half the evening to prepare for the night with my boyfriend. The fact that Mama often hurried into the bathroom with one hand between her legs in the morning hurt me too. I knew what kind of charges Per sometimes splashed into me, but she really didn't have to demonstrate it that demonstratively.
After a few months, Mama dropped out as a replacement. She happened to be traveling with Klaus precisely these days. I hadn't thought about it. But when Per came home that evening and saw that the notorious white thread was hanging between my legs, he said coolly: “Then just look for another replacement! You will have a good friend. ”In my distress I called Birte to ask if she could come over to us. It is important. I did not reveal the exact reason. I was hoping to take it aside to explain the situation. Certainly she would have refused, but Per saw my goodwill.
But it turned out differently: When she arrived, Per happened to be at the door and immediately took care of Birtes. It is an emergency and she could certainly bail out her favorite friend. He asked her to sit down and started the recorder. My eyes fell out of my head. The guy had secretly filmed us having sex and was now showing the recordings to my best friend. However, I was now able to explain some of the tiny openings in our furniture. I saw myself sucking and riding on him. Per had filmed my orgasms and how his mega cock disappeared in my bottom. I felt sick. Birte's complexion changed from white to red and vice versa. She had to believe it was a game that Per and me had agreed to play. How was she supposed to notice that I had nothing to say? But soon their greed prevailed, evidently triggered by the size of Pers's belt. She began the conversation cautiously. Our request is really unusual. Per could unpack his staff, then she would decide. Per smiled triumphantly. I was afraid I would have to expose and present my friend's cock to my best friend. But Per released him himself. Birte's excitement must have been quite far. Because she unabashedly ran her finger over the bare strap and then rocked it in her hand, while Per asked her: "Would you like that too?" Instead of an answer, she began to tenderly pamper the cock and was proud of how it was her hand grew. She later also used her tongue to help. With the other hand she tried to pull herself out of her blouse. With a wink of his head, Per means to me Birte to help. So I pulled the top over her shoulders. She wore a lacy bra and had a lot more to offer than me. A small tummy pressed itself over the waistband. Pers's look told me to open her bra too. I took her full breasts in my hand, felt that her nipples were already stiff, and presented them to Per. I noticed how goose bumps covered her body. Birte still didn't seem to have really figured out the constellation. In any case, she turned her head back to me while my hands weighed her breasts: “So you withheld your lesbian features from me. There would have been enough opportunities. ”Lasciviously she lolled in my hands. My mouth went dry. She wore a lacy bra and had a lot more to offer than me. A small tummy pressed itself over the waistband. Pers's look told me to open her bra too. I took her full breasts in my hand, felt that her nipples were already stiff, and presented them to Per. I noticed how goose bumps covered her body. Birte still didn't seem to have really figured out the constellation. In any case, she turned her head back to me while my hands weighed her breasts: “So you withheld your lesbian features from me. There would have been enough opportunities. ”Lasciviously she lolled in my hands. My mouth went dry. She wore a lacy bra and had a lot more to offer than me. A small tummy pressed itself over the waistband. Pers's look told me to open her bra too. I took her full breasts in my hand, felt that her nipples were already stiff, and presented them to Per. I noticed how goose bumps covered her body. Birte still didn't seem to have really figured out the constellation. In any case, she turned her head back to me, while my hands weighed her breasts: “So you withheld your lesbian features from me. There would have been enough opportunities. ”Lasciviously she lolled in my hands. My mouth went dry. I took her full breasts in my hand, felt that her nipples were already stiff, and presented them to Per. I noticed how goose bumps covered her body. Birte still didn't seem to have really figured out the constellation. In any case, she turned her head back to me, while my hands weighed her breasts: “So you withheld your lesbian features from me. There would have been enough opportunities. ”Lasciviously she lolled in my hands. My mouth went dry. I took her full breasts in my hand, felt that her nipples were already stiff, and presented them to Per. I noticed how goose bumps covered her body. Birte still didn't seem to have really figured out the constellation. In any case, she turned her head back to me, while my hands weighed her breasts: “So you withheld your lesbian features from me. There would have been enough opportunities. ”Lasciviously she lolled in my hands. My mouth went dry. “So you withheld your lesbian traits from me. There would have been enough opportunities. ”Lasciviously she lolled in my hands. My mouth went dry. “So you withheld your lesbian traits from me. There would have been enough opportunities. ”Lasciviously she lolled in my hands. My mouth went dry.
Per also indicated that I should open Birte's jeans. I saw his hand work its way through her panties. That didn't seem to bother her, because she willingly opened her thighs a little wider and pushed her pelvis towards him. Her first exit was huge. She was trembling all over.
I had to serve both of them. Because I was cold, I wanted to at least put on hot pants. But Per forbade that one should see that I was not of any use at the moment. Both of them were well aware of how all this humiliated me. When Per took her doggy style, she greedily pushed her way towards him, while her breasts rocked violently from his bumps. It must be pretty painful for her. Nevertheless, she sought my gaze triumphantly - as did Per at this moment, by the way.
Around ten, Birte said she really had to go now, otherwise her boyfriend would be worried. Per suggested calling him. Best of all while he worries about it. Then he knows that his girlfriend is fine. Birte thought for a moment and then went one step further, if she wanted to make a little film with Per. I thought it was an odd suggestion. But Birte seemed to want to fully enjoy Pers's qualities in bed. So I had to film how she gleefully exposed the glans of my friend, how it came in her mouth and his cream dripped onto her breasts. Several times Birte looked satisfied and with open mouth directly into the camera. So this is how she should see her boyfriend. The film was then sent to her friend from my cell phone.
But in the end she left, but took a taxi and didn’t want to freshen up beforehand. As she said, she hoped that her panties would hold back the strange cum in her holes all the way back home. She doesn't want to withhold that from her boyfriend. Now I also understood that Birte didn't want me to lick her, even though Per had offered her to. She wanted to keep his semen. That's why I only got Pers's cock in my mouth.
Birte had also understood that Per would have her back with him the following evening if I couldn't find a replacement. But how should I do that? Take work colleagues into your confidence and then become the mockery of the whole institute? Or advertise with my friends with Pers qualities? Birte also called me. She was still very impressed from the previous evening. How I would go along with it all and that my boyfriend gave her more orgasms in a few hours than her boyfriend did in a year. I knew her complaints about him, who could almost have been her father. But what was with me? Sometimes my boyfriend was on the road for weeks.
She also asked what to wear. I told her what Per preferred.
The next evening she had lost her shyness. She had already stepped into high-heeled pumps in our hallway. Under her trench coat she only wore a lace-up corset, which gave her a wasp waist, and hold-ups. Her boyfriend had to help her get dressed. This bitch knew how she could score points with Per compared to me: She displayed everything to him like this: her considerable bust size and a huge slit that no panty could hide. Birte had also insisted that her friend check her shave meticulously. Because she had noticed that Per didn't think much of pubic hair. So now she came with baby-smooth skin. I had never noticed her huge crevice while taking a sauna. Even Per was impressed when she later presented herself to us naked.
Both raged naked through our apartment. Birte seemed to want to use her chance. I noticed that when she got here. Very cheeky, she pushed herself up to Per in the door and used the greeting kiss to lick Pers's mouth. I also heard her whisper in his ear, “You filled me up so well yesterday. I want you again and again! ”But I was particularly bothered that she offered herself as“ his mare ”. Then Per pushed a finger into her slot to check it. When he noticed how damp Birte was, I got my finger to lick it off.
This time she also allowed Per to use her back entrance. On the first evening she had looked at him questioningly when he was playing with his tail. She just couldn't imagine that he wanted to sink his enormous device into her intestines. Now I had to get our lube, so that Birtes butt hole grease thoroughly and then moisten Pers's cock. Because I also had to prepare mom sometimes, my finger was pretty routine. I think Birte interpreted it as a further indication of my lesbian tendencies.
Per had provisionally cut the recordings from the previous evening. Huddled together, they watched the films. The two commented on a lot, giggling, in particularly sensual scenes they kissed each other or caressed each other's body regions that were being shown in action. Per said to me that I shouldn't always look so disgruntled. I would have lost myself in this area as well.
Unfortunately, I wasn't ready for action on Friday either. Birte happily agreed to Pers's suggestion, in this case to spend the entire night with us, or rather with Per.
She came in a nifty dress that was slit extremely high on the sides. She didn't wear hold-ups this time, I could see that. It was nylons. She had given herself the panties. The gusset modeled her mega-slit. A damp stain could not be missed. The bra could hardly contain her lushness, because the cups cut in obvious. She came with her small travel bag. Per received Birte with the words: "Well, you horny pussy, still not enough?" I found it really mean that Birte demonstratively took the lubricant dispenser into our bedroom. By now she had also understood that it was Per who dominated everything here. Birte, on the other hand, seemed to take part in this dance because she was finally feeling satisfied. She even let Per take her with confidence how to treat me. After all, she has known me longer than he does. So I caught the two of them when Per asked them: “What do you usually do, should we let Laura ring? We could then prevent her from cheating again with a suitcase lock. "
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