The bathroom was like the rest of the house filthy. At least the toiletseat was up and Chris just made it when the contents of his stomachhurled fort.... He was going to fall to his knees but saw the large wetsmelly stain around the base of the toilet. He managed to bend over theporcelain bowl as another spasm racked his body. Finished, he staggeredover to the sink, picked up a crumpled tube of toothpaste and squeezedsome out onto his index finger. There was no way he was going to use. My husband wanted to know why I was out of breathe , as I told him that I was cleaning house and sweeping. I stood up, leaning on the counter, as his friend got behind me again. He was slding his dick between my legs, running it along my wet pussy, as I reached down ruubbing it. I got off the phone, and spread my legs open a bit, as he pushed the head inside me. He grabbed my hips, squeezing, as he pushed it in inch by inch. It felt like a big ass cucumber inside me, as I blurted," Oh god!!. No, it makes YOUR body tingle like crazy. Is that feeling what they call "being horny" Sir?" That is what I would call it, pet. There ARE other symptoms, But, I would say that would be one of the first signs of it." I notice you call me "pet" sometimes, Sir. Is there something to this, that I'm missing?"Well, my love, it is a "pet name" for you. I will call you many things as we get deeper into this, such as; whore, slut, cunt. You've already heard me call you "bitch" a couple of times. The. ” I groaned as I felt the dream linger and fade away as my phone continued to ring and shake under my head. I pulled it out from under my pillow and without looking at the caller id, slid the cover off and bid a groggy hello to whoever woke me up from the perfect dream. But to my astonishment, it was (as clich?s it sounds) the girl of my dreams and her voice asking me to come over later that day for a pool party at Madi’s was even better.***Fastfowarding to Madison’s house I had arrived early.