Faster and faster I moved myhands, but my own hands could not provide thesatisfaction I needed!Reaching over I tried to arouse my husband, and I start...drubbing my hands up and down his flaccid shaft. But,there was no response, either from him, or his limpprick. He was deeply asleep, probably dreaming about thefuel-saving benefits of an 18,000 horsepower dieselearthmover!It was no use! I rolled over, and with my juicy cuntlonging for a good fucking, cried myself to sleep.The next day was. Did get some studying in. I salvaged the evening by visiting Robin, who was polishing her toenails, listening to some Latin jazz, and ostensibly working on an English paper. The musician's name was Arturo Sandoval or something like that. Can't spell it, but the guy played an incredibly sexy trumpet. I told Robin I could feel his notes creeping up my dress. That got her started. She regaled me with the story of Doris's third date last night with some junior that had gone rather well for her- he. "I have mixed emotions about the terror you put me through. I know it was what I asked for. That was the part of the fantasy that made it so exciting. But I would never, ever want to experience that again, not the part where I thought I was never going home again."The other part, getting raped by all of those magnificent specimens of manhood, I could imagine repeating that. I might even do the dogs again, though to be honest, sucking that second dog off was just about more than I could stand. I. Finding it empty she gave me an almost incredulous look of disbelief as she opened the cupboard and fished for the coffee filters. She was almost an automaton in the way she moved silently from task to task. I noticed as she reached for the coffee on the top shelf that she at least was wearing panties with her tee-shirt. My wandering eyes noticed that she seemed more grown up than I remembered, and her hips seemed to have more curves than I had noticed before.It didn't surprise me that this.