But the market was relatively small, and the clothing she was wearing was not provocative. He decided it would be unwise to follow her inside.It raine... heavily all day Thursday, and Phelps confined himself to a single after-work drive-by. He saw nothing.Friday night, he observed her being picked up at 7:30 by the same young man who'd accompanied her to the beach the previous week-end. They drove away, dressed for an evening out. Phelps made no attempt to follow.But he didn't go back to his. ’As I approached I could see Beth was really strugglingto escape their grip.‘Are you sure this is her fantasy?’ I asked. With thatthe guy removed his hand from her mouth.‘Oh God! Oh God! Oh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Aaaaaggghhh!’Sounds I knew well. Sounds that she makes when mylovely Beth is having an orgasm. I knew then that shewas OK and enjoying herself.Just then Leroy started to moan as he pumped her fullof his cum.He had hardly finished when the guy sucking her. . yielded to the desires and the emotions he incited in her ... everything seemed to click into place for her ... it was time ... time for her to start living again – rather than just existing.She smiled softly as she saw the expression on his face...She would never feel awkward or embarrassed around Marcus again.She unzipped her skirt and slowly shimmied it over her hips, wriggling them a little bit too excessively as she watched Marcus through lowered lashes.His reactions to her were so. ‘You bloody tease!’ he continued. . ‘So did he, Fran?’ ‘Did he what?’ she was still teasing. He flung her onto the bed, rolled up her skirt and started to fuck her. ‘This!’ he yelled quickly reaching a climax which she loved. ‘Let’s say he was beaten to it by a chandelier’ she replied taking her usual delight after fucking, handling him gently and soon awakening his ardor again with a very slow sensual sucking. Now that was over, always quick at first, they settled to the real McCoy and no.