"G'day, Chris. Is... something wrong?" he asked, his face showing his concern. "You look... flustered." Um, oh, no, it's nothing, I was just doing... ...ome exercise." I said.Kyle laughed. "No wonder you're so buff." he said with a grin."Come in." I offered, stepping aside, and gesturing for him to enter. He did, and I lead him to the lounge room."Get comfy... I just have to go to the toilet." I said."Sure thing." Kyle responded, sitting down in the couch where just moments before I had been. Trying to ignore the content, I proceeded to setthem as wallpaper and screensaver, then doing my best to unsuccessfullyget screen dumps of them."I, I've done it, Ive done it, but I can't get screen dumps, I don'tknow how to Sir." Five minutes had passed!I waited for his reply, my nerves escalating at the delay, then."I've invited three friends to our blog Leanne, I'm sure they will loveit."For some crazy reason my penis was throbbing, demanding in itsenclosure, yet I was burning in shame and. I spread a little bit my legs, giving him full access to my wet sloppy cunt…Patrick noticed my moist and warm vagina and whispered in my ear:“Are you sure, Ma’am, you do not want to spend the night with me…?”I looked at him and got up on my feet, walking away to the main entrance.Patrick made me climb on his taxi and he drove in silence during fifteen minutes. We arrived to a dark side of town. He told me not to be scared. We entered his house and he dragged me to the bedroom.He pulled my. She was never meant for the life of a meek little housewife which eventually ended her marriage. She softly grumbled with frustration that seemed to grow from somewhere inside her that she once thought would never be located again. Her thoughts went to the revelations of the night before. No, not the revelations that Victor Hardway was a genius when it came to giving her one mind blowing orgasm after another. But it was the revelation that there were emotions inside her that she thought had.