Not because I am a stud, because that’s not the case, but because it felt so good to be so bad. She had delivered the baby and recovered nicely, dec...ding to stay home from work for awhile if they could afford it. Her husband made decent money and Becky ended up staying home for longer than she thought…getting bored…and they say “idle hands are the devils playthings.” I started getting texts, then calls, and then she started driving past my job and just stopping by. She wanted to FUCK again. I. I was thinking that I was cheating and could not go through with it, even though you told me it was fine to do this.We lay back on the bed, and I told him that I would make him cum, and he could make me cum, but we could not have sex. He put his hand between my legs and started rubbing at my wetness. He then put his hand in my panties, and started rubbing my clit and then put his finger inside of me. I came quickly. I love how you have opened me up to enjoy that I can cum with another dude. I. Yes I do. Lots”, I said almost inaudibly. I was shaking like a leaf. ”I do it every night”The boldness of this question made my urgency to relieve myself intensify, until I could hardly bear it any longer.“I have to go to the bathroom Steve. Give me a few minutes”.He moved up close to me as we stood in the shallow part of the pool, taking me completely by surprise by placing his hand on my vagina beneath the water.“Just do it here”. It was almost a command.“I can’t Steven, not here in the. “Yes, I love it. I love it.” “You like being fucked, don't you.? You need it. You're a needy slut.” Barbara gasped as Mark stroked his meat in and out of her wetness. “Yes I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me.” “Tell me you need it.” Oh, I do.” Mark began to drive his massive cock deeper as he lifted her legs toward the ceiling. He was pounding her with all his effort. “Fuck me. Fuck me stud.” Barbara was moving her head from side to side and panting as he relentlessly bottomed out in her. .