Before long, she started maneuvering my cock into her hot box. She was tight but very wet. She continued to ride me, slowly working my cock into her f...rther and further.Once she was able to take it all, she wanted to flip over with me on top. Sandy laid back into the chair and spread her legs, rubbing her clit. I leaned in and rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit. She pushed her hips toward me as if demanding I enter her.I settled on the spot and plunged my cock into her wetness. She told me. X (an older neighbor, a schoolteacher?), was maddenenly brief. Rating: 5. A non-consensual encounter during a Christmas party. And it wasn’t the first time this unnamed man had ****d her. And why were these two encounters any worse than the others I’d read? Why had I woken sweating outside and screaming inside? It was quite simple — my first daughter, Abigail, named for my mother, had been born on September 27th 1994, and now I knew that my wife had slept with two other men during the period. After we finished, he didn't mention what I said to him. He just looked at me and smiled.Over the next few weeks, I did the same thing every time we made love. Each time his reaction was the same. I would taunt him and he would push deep into me. It was the little extra spice we needed. We started making love more often. Instead of every two weeks or so, we had sex at least once a week. After a few months, I dialed it up a notch. As we did foreplay, I'd wait till he was playing with my pussy. ---Jesse woke up. Kristen was spooning in bed with him, and his hard cock was between her legs, again. This time he would immediately send her back to her room, he told himself. This would NOT happen again.Only, he couldn't move. He was experiencing sleep paralysis again! He had exhausted himself the previous night and sometimes that made the condition worse.Kristen's sleeping mind could feel the warm, hard cock between her legs, stimulating her pussy lips. She rolled her hips. Her vagina.