"Tony? What...?" came Marsha's meek voice. "Oh, shit," Tony said under his breath as he pulled out of me. I felt his hot cum dripping down my thighs....I looked over my shoulder and saw Tony get up, naked, his half-hard cock dangling between his thighs, and turn to his wife. "I'm not going to say 'it's not what you think' because it's exactly what you think. I've been fucking this bitch once or twice a week for the last year. Do you have a problem with that?" This was the first time I had. He started to drag it from my thigh inwards and I could feel its sharpness, but at the same time it glided so smoothly. My pussy muscles started to relax and juices started to flow again. I was trying not to move, but it was really difficult because my breathing was becoming faster. I pushed my butt up even more, and there was a second stroke of a razor which enticed me to moan. He moved the razor away, scared that he was hurting me. I reassured him and he pressed the razor again, this time. This is just a set up for the rest of the story, which starts here.Chapter 1:It was August, 2002. George was living with us at the time, and I was sitting in the basement with him. He had had a few drinks, and we were just talking and conversing about life and such. During which, I just kept thinking about how PERFECT he was for me in every way. We both had a passion for music, thought the same about a million random things that we had never even discussed, and I just knew I loved him. That was. Finally in frustration Minako rolled onto her back. The Japanese princess spread her thighs nervously. Her left hand moved to her left nipple. Minako’s right hand trailed across her flat stomach until it reached her silky mound of black pubic hair. “Oh John kiss me more.” Minako whimpered softly into her cocoon of intimate darkness. The young girl’s finger tentatively separated her outer puffy pussy lips. The outer lips were already wet from her half-dream. Minako squeezed gently on her own.