So, after more than a year, we talked. She was not the type of girl I thought she was. She was really friendly and childish. And that trip bought us t...gether(just as friends, nothing more) And then we got progressively closer. I even visited her house a couple of times and even got close to her mother.It was exam time and she was having problems with physics and it so happened that I was good in physics as well. So she invited me home to teach her. I went there at 9 in the morning and she was. He sagged, forehead to her shoulder, catching his breath at her heaving chest. Her nails raked through his hair. His balls were soaked.Jesus Christ.“Well…. that was unexpected,” she murmured. “Guess we both needed that.”Tilting his hips, he pulled his expended cock from her drenched cavern. A feminine grunt protested in his ear, but he lowered her feet to the ground, unable to meet her eyes.“I see.” Unwinding her arms from his neck, she stood. Then bent over. He peeked up, watching the. It became fatter, longer, from quick short strokes at the base. The cock stiffed as he continued his jerking of the enormous behemoth.“Please...”“Shut the fuck up, you’re a worthless cunt,” his voice had deep, angry resonance. It was the bodybuilder. The man’s body was a testament to manhood. Bulging muscles, a colossal chest, his arms resembled some stone carving portraying the perfect man. And then you have that boner, angry curved like a banana, now standing tall, reach past his belly button. I could tell my wife seemed to really enjoy serving drinks and bending over to display her small tits and perky nipples to the customers. Occasionally on a Friday and Saturday night she went topless to increase her tips. I knew the bar owner Phil was fucking her when I was out of town, but what the heck, she was lonely and needed to be fucked while I was gone. Three days was the most she could last without a cock in her mouth or one in her pussy. One day I was in the bar talking to an old.