Marcus walked me to my car, once again he proceeded to french kiss me deeply. While we were kissing he started rubbing my nipples through my blouse.I ...ulled away only because we both knew where it would lead.When I got into my car. Marcus leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. He said, "I can't wait till next time."I said, "What makes you think there will be a next time?"We both looked at each other and knew it would happen. I looked at him and said, "this time my mouth and pussy were not ready. There was a small rise until we came to the top of the hill, which was completely flat. Surrounding the whole area was the round houses, built (well it looked from the outside) similar to the ones in Jane's brother's village.In almost the centre was a much larger building, but looked like one of the houses had been cut in two and then stretched. Like a cylinder cut in half with convex ends.Inside this fortification were animal pens close to the wall itself, which were whole trunks of trees sunk. Her full lips puckered around Belinda’s fingers in their latex skin, and she began to suck hard as Belinda had asked. She looked up at Belinda with wide blue eyes as she savoured the flavour of another woman’s sex for the first time. Belinda didn’t remove her fingers as she climbed onto the bed. She climbed up over Claire and planted one knee on either side of Claire’s hips. She leaned forward and looked down into Claire’s eyes. “Do you want me, Claire?” she questioned. Claire stared back at. (he 64 years old. My wife is 33). Based on his pictures I figured he was late forties or early fifties tops. I knew in a second theres not a snowballs chance in hell she would be into him. I should have cancelled right there but I didnt The whole time I was chatting with him, I kept visualizing him with my wife. How would he approach her, his technique, his hands on her were some things that made me wonder. I also thought of my fantasy. In fantasies everything goes perfect. In reality, things.