After I lay there panting for maybe twenty seconds, I rolled off and let her get up to use the gentle little whirring device in the bathroom. But then...it struck me. If these nymphs were all selected in this manner, neither very quick sex or anything else I wanted to do would offend them, and if Abigail was typical, they were indeed as HOT as we had hoped.I leapt up and without even saying goodbye went into the hallway stark naked with a shiny half-erect penis. I opened the door to the next. In fact, it was much, much bigger than yours." You cow! Did you have to say it like that?" You asked. And it's true." You know that time I met him... when you asked him in... after he'd run you home..." I remember." "Had he fucked you before bringing you home?" Not just then." When then? Was it at lunchtime? Did you go up to the woods and do it there?" No. You know we didn't. Not that time. I've told you before, on that day it was in the morning. I didn't have my car, and I'd asked him if he'd. And he was gentle, kind, considerate. He always seemed to know what she wanted - or had wanted until about a year ago. That was when the boredom of her existence had really started getting to her.But why respond to Mr. Marshall and not to her very own husband's rigid prick?The gorgeous blonde had no answer for that one.Maybe she wasn't frigid at all. The intensity of her climax with Mr. Marshall had proven that. Maybe all the cobwebs in her mind had been burned away. She might be able to. The additional heat and wetness drove me crazy and I could not resist fucking her ever faster with increasingly long strokes that left her tiny belly feeling alternately empty, then bloated. I raised up slightly, and gritted my teeth as I fought the intense pleasure, trying to delay my explosion a few seconds longer. I was pounding into her even deeper now as I gazed down upon my beautiful little creature. Her tits rocked back and forth on her chest with her nipples pointing like fingertips.