Buxom. Voluptuous. So I leaned over and kissed her.Immediately obvious she was inexperienced, sloppy, with her mouth wide, I pulled back. “Relax,”...I told her. “Follow my lead. Lips closed.”“Sorry. I just...”“I understand,” I smiled. And kissed her. Her lips had gone tight. I pulled back. “Relax, Sarah.”“Okay,” she smiled.This time it worked. She followed my lead. The shifting. The widening lips. My tongue tapping at her teeth opened them, letting it in and greeting her tongue, which sparked her. "But you know," she said, "a woman's got needs." "Do you have any other kids?" I asked. "If you don't mind me asking?" "I have a daughter, Cathy," she said, "She's sixteen and starting to discover boys." "What's your story?" She asked. "Well, I've only recently started dating women," I said, "I used to be gay." "Used to be gay?" She asked scornfully, "What do you mean you used to be gay?" "I had an experience with a girl," I explained. "I found that not only did I like it, I'd like to do. After a moment, she patted my leg close to my hip and said something suggestive. I gathered that we were probably going to swap that night. At first, I went with it and soon her and I were kissing. It had gotten dark by then and there were no lights on in the building, but whoever would come in next probably would turn them on. I just sat there wondering what to do. In the middle of this, I saw my wife below that rock again. I realized what was going on, that she must have been having an affair. Her muscles tensed as she waited for the next brutal throb, knowing it would rupture the obstruction along with her virtue, making her defilement complete. The shaft expanded and jerked, pumping another thick rush of his virile sperm into her vagina. "Oh!" she cried as she felt the intense pressure as her maidenhead stretched and strained in a vain effort to keep the fecund syrup from inundating her fertile womb.The darkness that clutched her soul lightened as she realized that the sentry of.