A few tried really hard to get me to ask them what they had heard about her, and I know they wanted to tell me about her with black guys, but I just w...sn't interested. I had already fallen in love with her, and if anything, maybe I loved her too much...and I still do. It didn't really matter to me that not everyone thought she was the right girl for me because I was convinced that she loved me and I her, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that she was better looking than any of the other. Load after load of warm cum was fucked down her throat.She just had to lay there and take it.She felt her legs being lifted and her slutty jean shorts being ripped off. She heard the zipper rip apart and the worn out seems tearing. She tried to keep her knees and legs pressed together. Hands pried her legs effortlessly apart. They spread her legs like an x. Her little white g-string was all that remained between numerous horny cocks and protecting her shaved tight pussy. It was snapped. While Linda had picked up the laundry Rick had been texting with Jane."Mistress Jane is awake and not happy with me" he told Linda as he pulledonto the street. "She asked me to describe what you were wearing and isnot happy with the low heels (her words) and that you went out without aplug. She insists that we rectify that immediately." With thatstatement he pulled a u-turn and headed back out of town. At the edge oftown there was an adult novelty store. Rick escorted her into the. The head against her cervix, she was moaning louder now, grabbing handfuls of sheet, breathing fast as she bucked against him, ready to squeeze every drop. For him, it was a thrill to make love to a married woman, but to make love to a married friend was almost enough to drive him to explode. He didn't want to come yet; he wanted to enjoy every moment after all those years wondering what she was like and masturbating to the thought."I'm close," she gasped as she ran a finger over his lips. "I.