I laid on her back and whisper in her ear while giving her little bites " I want to make love to you doggy style". Carrie loved that idea, it really m...de you wet. I moved while she got on her knees. She felt my hands grasp her hips. She remembered how it felt to have me inside her and she wanted it there again. Carrie couldn’t quite believe how many times we had made love this weekend. As she felt my swollen head push at her pussy lips, she felt her wetness grow. She leant down and parted her. Undoubtably a lot of the local guys knew that I was now classified as a ‘Big Slut’, guys will talk at the pub, and I was quite sure one of his friends would have talked, but I just didn’t care at this moment in time. I personally just thought they are jealous, or that their husbands were, as nearly all of Ade’s married friends said they wouldn’t share their wife, because they were frightened of losing her to some other man. One had asked me to consider leaving Adrian for him, and I had kicked. Friday evening I arrived at her house, she met me dressed in a light sundress and a big smile, we shared a bottle of wine as we sat on her back porch, the sun was waning in the sky and when she walked between me and the setting sun I could see the outline of her sweet body through the lite material, I saw no bra and a faint view of a very skimpy almost thong style panty, We made small talk for about 20 minutes as we finished off the wine, then she said she was going inside and for me to follow. It matched the red V-neck sweater and plaid woollen skirt she wore over a black turtleneck and tights. She looked at me enquiringly as I reached under the tree and pulled out a mid-sized box.“I can’t be with you for our first Christmas together, so I wanted to give this to you before we left,” I said, handing it to Nao.“What is it?” she asked.“It’s an old laundry detergent box filled with torn up newspaper,” I said, sitting next to her.“No, seriously.”“Seriously. Open it.”Delicately she pulled.