She nodded her head. "Speak up, darling, I want to hear you talking to me all weekend."Yes" Yes what?" Yes, I like going down on women, and when she s...w the look on Martha's face, she continued, "Yes I like eating pussy, and I'm sure I will like making you happy."Marty laughed. "It won't matter whether you like making me happy, like, don't like, you're still going to do a good job, aren't you, cunt!"There it was that word, not only describing her sex but her position in life. "This cunt is. The kernels were glistening and buttery. I could hear the corn as it rubbed against her, little noises escaped her lips. My hands had unzipped my pants and pulled my cock free. I slid my hand up a down its hard length. I wanted to jack-off right there watching her. Her legs moved, she drew them up, bending at the knees. She must have been 13 maybe 14 at the most. Her face could only be described as wantonly angelic. She turned the cob so it was pointing at her pussy and started moving it. ”Regina looked down at my left hand and took note of my ring.“But you’re married,” Regina said.“That’s why I try to keep my dating life simple and easy,” I dutifully repeated.Regina chuckled.“So, you don’t mess around with us college girls, do you?” she pressed.Once again, playing coy, I repeated, “I try to keep my dating life simple and easy.”“Well,” Regina replied, as she suggestively rubbed her hand back and forth on my thigh, “I’m about as simple and easy as you can get.”This was a first. This was a deluge. Swirling sheets of water pounded the car. Trees bent, as if in obeisance to the storm. Until this blew over, driving was out of the question. It was too noisy inside the car to talk. At first, we just stared through the fogged-up windshield at nature’s onslaught. Then we both turned and looked at one another. It was no casual glance. Somehow, we’d become more than just strangers in a storm. Those soft brown eyes seemed to search my soul, my heart. I watched, mesmerized, as.