She appeared, wearing a pink babydoll sheer nightie with matching panties and white stockings. Her breasts and her nipples were showing clearly throug... the fabric, heightening the vision of her beautiful body.She smiled at me and crawled onto the bed, slowly moving toward me. I lay there in anticipation, reaching out to embrace her as she straddled across my waist, briefly caressing my face with her boobs and then sitting astride my torso. She pressed my arms down and knelt on them, preventing. All these days when I would imagine him in my bed. The little fucker I thought. I was getting my revenge. I wanted to make him yell and scream. “orrrrrr my God!!! FUCK YEAH! I yelled, fuck fuck fuck you bitch! I was going so fast and so rough, I thought I was going to faint” “Hm yeah oh yeah motherfucker, fuck my fucking ass, bitch, you want my ass, show me how much you want it. Fuck it hard. It’s all yours bitch, fuck me fuck me.” He was moaning, squirming. I was fucking with an incredible. "Why don't you open this damn belt, Ryan? Your jeans are in the way."He cooperated, of course, and when the belt and buttons were no longer an obstacle, I removed his jeans and under shorts in a single pull, exposing the instrument of my planned pleasure. Not as fat as my son Ernie's, still it was clearly a formidable plaything. Ignoring his cock, I reached down to fondle his balls, to an audible gasp and a visible drop of pre-cum. I wiped it off with the back of my finger and put it to my. I'm simply saying you can have it both ways." An affair?" Why not?" I... don't want to fall in love with someone else. I just want..." Romance? Sex?" Sondra blushed and looked away."Don't be embarrassed. It's what every woman wants. If she can find it at home all the better, but if not..." You sound like the voice of experience."Brenda smiled. "If only you knew." You're talking about... that society, aren't you?"Again a sly smile escaped Brenda's pouting mouth. Sondra swallowed hard. Her heart.