Bunny.”Uncle Bert did not care if the women he fucked were married, as he had explained when he gave me the message through Andy. One letter, in par...icular, proved that.“Bert, my love. I have told my husband about us. I told him I would stay with him, always appearing to be his loyal wife. I told him I would love him forever, and, I will. But, I made it clear. When you want me, you can have me. He will have to live with that. I want you to fuck me, Bert. I want you to come fuck me in the big. . and probably wouldn’t for quite some time.Wendy tried the ultimate ... that which separates the faker from the truly unconscious. She rubbed that centerfold physique all over his face ... no reaction. Not a flicker or a flinch ... out for the count. “Well ... do something.”This was ... for 1980 ... a thoroughly modern house. There was a phone on a stand right next to the bathroom door. No chasing into the bedroom to answer a call ... a wet person could drip on the floor right here.“I need an. He picks up the panties and says they look clean and he then sniffs them. they smell clean. the bloke comes over to me and says. i am going to play with you have you got a problem with that i start screaming and trying to escape, he says stop it you make it worse. the other bloke is standing near dad with a baseball bat and hits him in the stomach and smacks him with it. see darling the more you fight the harder your dad gets hit, you understand, I knod, he starts kissing me, and playing with. She rode me, and pleasured me, but made me last for her, much longer this time. Her motions seemed to be calculated to bring her the maximum possible pleasure, to make it possible, this time, for her to join me in reaching orgasm. Even so, the intensity of the experience was equal to the first time, and the more time I spent inside her writhing body, the better it was for me, too.This time, when I came inside her, she allowed her upper body to collapse on me, and, breathing deeply, she.