She wasn’t huge, just big boned, and I wanted to fuck her so bad.We were sipping on cocktails in her living room and I said, “You know, Jim and Pa... got to fuck each other that night, and we didn’t. All we had was oral sex.” She replied, “Yeah, I thought about that too. It seemed kind of unfair.” I said, “Well, we’re all alone and I still desire you as much as before.” She scooted up in her seat and began to unbutton the few remaining buttons to her top saying, “Fuck, let’s just get naked. I. I couldn't hold back my disappointment, and made a beeline for the bedroom to have a talk with the young slut. When I opened the door, Lily didn't realize it was me right away asking, "Was that her? Was she pissed?"She was sitting barefoot on the bed in blue jeans and a slinky white top. The bed was still made, and it looked as if they weren't there very long.I startled her when I responded, "Why would I be pissed? Because my husband is fucking some young slut in my own bed? He's a big boy. He. Her she was nervously seated outside the coffee bar, trying to spot her master, whilst trying to make sure she covered her shaven panty-less pussy. Her erect hard tipped nipples already almost threatening to bust free from the lacy bodice of the dress; were clearly visible.Andrea's pulse was way over 150 and climbing as every man who came towards her was her prospective Master. Her nerves were on edge as she sat waiting; she could stand it no longer and got up to go fetch a coffee. As she did. “Anything, Becky. You could fuck me in the middle of Pike Place Market or a Seahawk’s game.”“Not a Husky game?” I asked. “I mean, I used to do that all the time when I was a cheerleader.”“I know, I went to every Husky home game,” she groaned. “And I’m a Cougar fan.”My eyes narrowed. The Washington State University Cougars were the rivals to my alma mater. “Maybe I shouldn’t breed you at all.”“No, no, go Dawgs!” she moaned, humping against me. “Fuck the Cougars. They lose at the Apple Bowl all.