He seemed very interested in my background, chatting for a while about my plans and ambitions.A few hours later, after making statements and signing r...ports, I went back upstairs to start cleaning up. Lucy, thoughtful as ever, brought up some dinner and helped me straighten things up after the detective finally left. We had the place livable before too long and went to bed.I camped out at Lucy's that next week, since the burglars had been thorough enough to slit and disembowel my mattress. The. She saw permanence, there, and love and respect. She wanted the fantasy as much as he did.Things had never been the way people thought they were, between her and Sam. She grew up in an era, where people got married, and they stayed married, no matter what. She'd been a virgin when she married Sam. He'd been a hard drinking ex Navy man who'd learned the machinist trade while he was in the service. He'd had whores all over the world, and knew what he wanted out of his woman. He'd probably have. His tongue lashed out, flicking it and sending shivers up and down my spine. I could feel his cock getting harder and knew it wouldn’t be long. Suddenly I felt myself lifted up onto my feet, spun around, and bent over forcing me to grip the side of the coffee table, my ass completely exposed.He grabbed my hips again and slammed his cock inside me once more with renewed vigor. Pounding again and again making me moan and grunt. Pain seared into my head as my cock strained against the cage,. The sensations spread slowly through her body and she savored them slowly, with a meditative appreciation. Her cunt was damp and she felt the first, delicious beads of cunt-juice seep between her thighs. She had stopped wearing panties years ago. Slowly she parted her thighs, then pushed them together, rubbing them gently. Her breasts felt heavier and harder and she could sense the quivering tension in her nipples. Without quite being conscious of it, she flicked open the top two buttons of her.