He thrust his hand between my legs again, finding me even wetter now because my pussy drips when I suck his cock. Again he pushed a finger into me, th...n a second one before saying “I need this one more time before I go.”I protested again, “No Troy! We can’t’.” “No?” he asked. “We’ll see about that” he chuckled. I couldn’t let him fuck me. My husband would surely figure it out. My pussy is always very tender after Troy has had it due to his size. I had to stop this but at the same time I found. Then one night, the bomb dropped. A friend of ours, Dan, was having a party at his place. It was one of those keg and a shot type affairs: nothing fancy, just drinking and blowing off steam. On the way to the party, Kim and I bickered. Once we were at the party, the more we drank, the more we fought. Eventually, she disappeared into the party and I didn't go looking for her. The night wore on and I hadn't seen her for some time. I figured I'd go look for her to tell her I was taking off. I. By the end of that second meeting, I knew I had to do something next time we met. Thank God, it didn’t take long, around April 2004, we met again. This time, my eyes were all the time looking deep inside her, I swear I thought I could read her soul like an open book. Long before this meeting, I had broken up with my other girlfriend, I wanted to make this right. We drove off after a couple of drinks, and we started chatting again outside my house. However, I did not find the courage to do what. I hoped they would have to bend over a lot. I asked their names and they told me that my girl was Susan and her s****r was Misty. I told them my name and asked them if they wanted to come in and rest. They said they were going to take a hike and would stop on the way back if that was OK? I told them of course. I started having all sorts of fantasies about both women, but I had to realize I was an overweight grey haired man who was not attractive in any way. I even had a small penis. Oh well, I.