You looked so excited as he got you ready for sex.I loved how you got on top of him, and reached down to guide his penis into you. You don't know this... but your vagina was literally gaping open. I have seen you many times when we were about to have sex, and I have never seen anything like that; from my vantage point at the foot of the bed, I could see all the way up inside you. Words are one thing, but I loved how your body was hungry to have him inside. Bodies don't lie; you wanted him.I loved. I realized that I had not eaten anything that day. So thinking Andrea would not be home early; I decided to go eat at a café not far from us.I returned at about half past nine and there were lights on in the living room and in the bedroom. Andrea was home.When I opened the door, I almost stumbled over my own bag I had left there. Lying on the living room floor were two pair of women's heels and two pair of men's shoes. Draped over the couch were various clothing articles from obviously multiple. But last night, something must have been weighing on his mind. He only fucked her once, and it didn’t last long at all. This wasn’t the norm Monica had grown accustom to. Admittedly so, through the ten years they’ve spent together as husband and wife, she had become very spoiled. The sex in their marriage can only be described as hungry, passionate, and urgent. Much to her delight, Frank would ravage her, soundly fucking the living hell out of her every time they made love... so much so that it. Her nervousness grew as he approached her, but then he stuck out his hand and smiled."Of course... Lani. I'm afraid we don't know very many last names around here. How do you do?"Ann shook his hand gratefully, suddenly put completely at ease by the graciousness and ease of his manner."I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr... ?"The man smiled again, quietly, and put his hands back into his pockets."... Moses," he said simply."Well, I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Moses."Ann was surprised to hear.