George knew what she wanted and exactly how she wanted it.  The slow, teasing draws of his firmness made her lose her breath.  She gasped, curling back to expose herself more to Beth's lips and encouraging hands.  Her ass lifted, the sensitive curves trembling under Freddrick's attentions.  Vicki relished Beth's feminine kiss, the strange ambrosia of her own arousal making their lips and tongues slick.  She caressed the soft weight of Beth's breast, taking pleasure in the way her yielding nipples twisted under her palm.<br/><br/>Though she had initiated the tangled act in hopes of being adored and the object of their conjoined desires, Vicki quickly again felt herself losing control.  Writhing and moaning under their collective lust, the usually strong-willed redhead became enslaved to their attentions.  She needed their hands, lips, the taste of their bodies on her mouth.  Vicki wanted them all, needed them all.<br/><br/>A thought bubbled to the surface of her lust addled brain, a dirty, sensual thought that demanded to be fulfilled.  "Beth... Beth..." she murmured, her voice slurring and her words disjointed as if drunk with passion.  "God, you're so wet... So sexy... Do you want to fuck George?  You're so beautiful... I want to watch you fuck my husband."