Anita is a well built 40yr old married white women, she has red hair blue eyes and a curvy body and nice ass and good tits. we got to my place and sat...in the lounge sipping a red rose wine, it was not long before morris arrived. i poured him a drink anita was wearing a short skirt and low cut top that revealed great pair of tits. morris went and sat by anita they both started talking, i excused my self and went to run bath water, when i returned to the lounge, the 2 of them were kissing , i. Then I found out the bitch was stealing from me.Now any woman I meet seems to either think of me as a deadbeat slob or part of that SJW/GamerGate bullshit.And so here I am...at a bar...alone...drinking cola because I'm too much of a lightweight to risk getting drunk. Kind of sad and pathetic isn't it?You don't have to agree so quickly you know!Anyway, you're not here to read about how much my love life "currently" sucks. You are here for the raunchy details of how that is all about to change.. I knew she was getting impatient, frustrated and she reiterated that fact when she grabbed my hair and growled ‘God dammit Beau, stop fucking teasing me.’ I laughed then, deep and throaty. That’s my girl, ever insatiable. As much as I wanted to continue right where I was, I obliged her. I stood, pushing my chair back as I did so, pulling her into a sitting position I kissed her as I lifted her onto my hips. Her legs and arms enclosed around me while I walked over to the couch. I set her down as. “Maybe not,” Kate admitted.“Maybe he should come in and watch, then,” Jack countered.Kate’s breath caught. Her clit tingled again, and her nipples grew further taut.“If that would please you,” Kate answered, almost shyly.Jack paused for moment, thinking, before responding. “Yes, let’s see if he does really know what a hot little slut you are.”He paused again.“Your boyfriend can come in,” Jack continued. “He can sit. He can watch. But he cannot touch. Those are the rules.”Jack handed Kate the.