Not that the rest of her was bad, but I just always wanted what I couldn't have. She is an incredible lover, my Susan, but my mind as well as the rest...of me, always wanted that ass. I would often find myself dreaming about it, what it would be like to finally get in there, to see her back and grasp those hips while I plied my hard cock home. About a month ago, she began giving private tutelage to a Russian boy, Vanya was his name. They would always go into the dining room while I sat in the. I took in his scent – musky and masculine.As we danced, our movements became more carnal. His hand moved up my back pulling me closer to him. I could feel his hot breath against my neck and his lips at my ear as he whispered, “I want you, stranger.”His words were music to my ears, and our lips met ravenously. His tongue rubbed tantalizingly against mine as I wound my fingers in his hair and ground my horny hoohoo against the bulge of his crotch. He trapped my lip between his teeth as my hand. My cock was agin engorged beyond belief and I was ready to try this again. I stepped up and rubbed my cock head around her opening and enjoyed the heat her pussy radiated onto my cock head. Then pushed forward just enough to make the head go in and put my hands on her back. I then pushed forward in a series of short fast thrust going in deeper each time until I was again all the way buried into her. And it worked she flexed her pussy just a bit until I started to fuck her again. I did this. “Good.” “What…what happened?” I asked. “You tell me, Chris.” “I don’t know.” “You don’t remember?” “No,” I replied. “Try,” he said. “I can’t. I don’t remember anything.” “I called the doctor, Chris,” Sam said, hesitating. “He’s on his way over.” “What? Why?” “Because I think you have a problem…” “Not you, too,” I said, under my breath. Sam looked at me, but ignored my remark. “I think you have a problem, Chris. It’s like you snap at the slightest thing and then you don’t remember anything.” “I.