Simply being in this new 'family' quickly became as much an obsession for Audrey, as it was for Melanie, making the two of them exceptional teammates in bed or at any time they needed to work together. The Family was all the mattered and I was the Natural tits Family. If there were any problems within our family amateur they would've orbited around Bonnie, as she was having the most trouble acclimating herself to this new lifestyle. I'll admit, I was wrong when I thought Bonnie might be creampie a gold-digger. While it's true that she married John for his money, it wasn't because she wanted money. She had been a closet submissive her whole life and naturally, she wanted protection and security. Unlike Audrey and Melanie, Bonnie had never been in a submissive relationship before. She was like Melanie, in the sense that Bonnie didn't care how many women John slept with as long as she had a place to call home and a purpose in life. It wasn't until she learned that John planned on divorcing her for a younger woman that she fought back. It wasn't the younger woman part, well, not ONLY the younger woman part, so much as, it was about losing her safety and security. Bonnie loved sex, craved it, but she used her body and her self-respect in exchange for the things that submissive's need most safety, security and praise. If money and possessions meant that much to her, then she wouldn't currently be driving a beat-up old Ford pickup. Still though, it is a wholly different experience to subconsciously be submissive than to actively be one. Because she had never been in a true Dom/sub relationship before, she had developed some bad habits, mostly out of necessity, due to lack of guidance and control from an Owner. She was like a puppy brought home from the pound. She was eager, totally committed to her Owner, but lacked training and discipline and didn't always get along with the other pets, especially Melanie. In fact, the relationship between Mel and Bon was strained a lot of the time. Bonnie still saw Melanie as younger and better looking, bringing back memories of her divorce from John and insecurity about her place at my feet. Bonnie didn't share the same view of Mel that Audrey did, seeing Melanie Tattoo/Piercing as the Alpha sub, and it was Bonnie who wanted to be my Alpha sub. I suppose I didn't help matters much considering that Hardcore I was still struggling with trying to balance my attentions interracial between the three women and usually ended up paying more attention to Melanie, but that was to be expected. I knew Melanie the longest, she was the love of my life and while Audrey understood and embraced this dynamic, Bonnie didn't. Bonnie loved me and she loved her sister and, in her eyes, Melanie just didn't fit into this dynamic. I know it would've been a lot easier for Bonnie had it just been the three of us, but that simply wasn't going to happen and it was a pill she was trying to swallow, but having difficulty with it. “Ok, sweetheart, here’s what you’re going to do,” as I started to explain creampie to her how to make love to me. “Sit straight up, like this. Since it wasn’t cock, they didn’t gag on her, but the act still reminded Tom of the rough Hardcore blowjobs he would sometimes have Chloe and Athena do. He was grinning. Even as I was enjoying the post-coital bliss, I had many questions for Dao-Ming; questions that I would demand Natural tits answers to, but one in particular... It was heaven. But after a few moments, another root appeared and ensnared Nimue by her ankles, allowing Viviane to pin her to the interracial ground. “I never knew there was such a thing!” she said, “is it always like this?” Laurel’s hands were at the bottom of her shirt before I could even begin to contemplate running away, let alone looking for her bra clasp, and she pulled it up, revealing her massive, white bra. Leaning in closely, I amateur began to make out with her inner thighs. The battle-worn windsuit flickered, causing portions of Thyriol to disappear and reappear sporadically. “Can I think about it?” I Tattoo/Piercing asked. Much to her surprise, from above a pair of lips pressed against her wrist.