Knickers off, skirt pulled back. One leg on the floor and the other raised and resting on the back of the settee. His trousers and pants would be lyin... on the floor somewhere close to her knickers and he would be lying on top of her. Their fuck would be fast and furious; over in a matter of minutes, but completely satisfying all the same. Perhaps she was lying just like that now but it wasn’t him between her parted thighs, it was Abdul. Abdul, the man with the bigger, thicker cock. Abdul, the. The one thing I could never tell him, was about my fantasy of getting drugged and raped. I don’t know why- maybe I was afraid he would think I was a pervert, or maybe I was just afraid of my fantasy coming true. Either way, it took a whole lot of courage and a bottle of Chablis one Saturday night for me to let it slip. He didn’t say much why I told him, but I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was turned on by the idea. After that, the idea came up every now and then. Whether it was. Her body was the most wonderful thing ever.After draining two semen loads from me, she sent me home. I said I’d hoped I could stay overnight. Sweetly, she explained that had to be planned in advance. She already had an overnight date arriving soon. I jacked off a lot thinking about what was happening in that bed and bootie I’d just left.So it went for a few years. I worked to become a friend as well as lover. Other boyfriends came and went. I was overnighting with her at least once a week. She. I moaned and pulled her hair some. One of her long, slender hands ran down my stomach and slipped inside my bottoms. Groaning and with my head leaning back, I rocked my hips slowly against the finger that was playing with my clit. Two well-manicured fingers plunged inside me and I cried out; I'd only ever touched myself once and was not used to having two fingers.Wiggling her fingers and pumping them in and out, she released my nipple. "Lay back," she ordered, her voice saturated in lust.I did.