“Hey sexy boy!” she greeted me. I let her in and followed her up the stairs. “How was your date with what’s her name?”“Amanda?” I aske..., playing it cool. “Really good, actually.”“Did you have sex with her?” she asked, trying to smile.“No.” I said. “We kissed some more though.” She was digging.“What would happen if she came over right now?” Renee asked.“Probably nothing… I would tell her that you’re here and she would most likely leave.” I said very ‘matter of factly.’“You told her about. This whole thing could have not been happening. It was horrible yet so sweet and in the back of her mind something told her that rape would have been easier than this slow tormenting submission to his hands. When his fingers sank in again he name was torn from her lips and her hips jerked forward sinking him in even deeper. Cursing he felt her body began to go limp and used his thumb to wet the knot of passion he had called from her. Her cry split through the hall and echoed off of the walls as. He'd always been proud of his cock, how straight and smooth it was and the 8 inches of length was certainly nothing to be ashamed of. He pulled open his desk drawer and found the bottle of lube and began spreading it up and down his now throbbing shaft. The feel of his hand gliding effortlessly up and down mixed with the warm wet sensation allowed his mind to wander. He drifted away in his thoughts as he imagined his new guest and her perfect body, naked and doing everything to please him...it. We kissed, long, deep, passionate kisses. Taking turns to give and receive, our tongues dancing a tango. She rubbed herself up and down against my cock, careful to avoid penetration. I reached my hands under her dress and upwards. I felt my way towards her breasts. I loved the feel of those perfect tits, holding them as I kissed her. "I love my husband." "And yet..." "This is just two friends having fun." "Hmmm." Even at this stage, I didn't know where this was leading. "Perhaps you don't.