You want anything for yourself?"Cynthia asked."No dear, I am fine. You enjoy your day, okay?" Mark said, as hekissed his wife goodbye."Sure will. See ...a later," Cynthia said and helped herself out.Mark stood by the window and saw his wife pull out in the car. Hestared for some time, making sure Cynthia was well and truly gonebefore he started with what he had in mind.While Mark and Cynthia both had their own separate closets, there wasa trunk, kept away in the store room. The store room. She didn’t talk about it much, saying he wanted something she didn’t want to give, so they went their separate ways.I got tired of everyone going out in the hall to talk to Miss Agnes, so I put her in the living room, over the fireplace. We would all talk to her, and every once in a while the girls would ask me to leave, while they talked about ‘girl stuff’. I didn’t mind, because I would do the same, talking to her when the girls were in their apartment.I started dating a new woman, a tall. I then grasped her by the sides of her head and held her head steady so that my mouth could again find hers and this time stay there. The word “no” continued to emanate repeatedly from her lips as I kissed her, but the lips themselves had ceased their protest and allowed my tongue to enter between them. Sensing that I no longer had to hold her head in place, that she would no longer deny our intense kiss, my hands were freed to begin pushing her panties off her hips. The way in which she had. My erections were never so hard before, it stretched out to its full length. I tried to push my little finger inside her, with the first stroke; she hugged me damn tightly and moaned a little. But it was hard to apply power with my little finger. I started using my index finger.She reciprocated with my each stroke, moaned, bit my lips, kissed passionately, and dug her nails into my back. Seeing her getting satisfied made me more passionate. She then took hold of my cock with one hand. Oh my.