She had just moved into town two weeks ago, away from her home and family for the first time, and was eager to make friends. Day after day, she existe... in a growing rut of work, to home, to work again. She was not looking forward to spending the day alone when the mail came. Searching through the bills and junk mail, Regina noticed a legal envelope that wasn't addressed to her.Eager for any excuse to get out of her apartment, Regina quickly dressed and went out to find the addressee of this. So why does this still turn me on when having sex with or fantasizing about my wife? Well, the sheer numbers - my fantasy was of her as a true slut, porn star, or professional whore.And she pretty much engaged in enough encounters, and in some cases, WE engaged in enough encounters, that I will probably have fantasy material for life.So before diving into some specific great moments, I thought I would share some statistics, just to see how we may or may not compare to others in "the lifestyle".. One was a cruiser that was even larger than Uncle Henry. "Which one Mom? There are a few." The largest one Charlie."Charlie was happy once again. The cruiser had a different mix of weapons and was even a little faster than that the Uncle Henry, even when it would be fully operational. The cruiser took off and then so did the other small ships. The view did not change and in fact got even closer. The gigantic bays were open to view and they could see Tandra cadets working on a small fighter."You. All I know for certain is I need release so badly the yearning pains me. And each fierce possessive kiss increases my agony.I bring my parted lips to your neck, kissing up from your collar. In turn, you trust your erection against me as if you can't help your self then seeming like you're willing yourself to not do it again. But I was thrilled to find your shaft thick and ridged, insistent against me. It made my body grow wet, wanting it.All I want is to rip you jeans from your body, take that.