The door was open, and she said nothing as she led me inside. I really wasn’t sure about what I should do as she let my hand go and walked behind me... closing the bedroom door. I really wanted her, but didn’t want to fall into her trap, if indeed, this was a trap.I needn’t have worried. Claire Musgrave wanted sex. She was so aroused that she was going to fuck until she could fuck no more that Friday afternoon. She quickly made the few steps back over to me and resumed kissing me, this time,. “What?” I said, confused. “I said take off your clothes. This is the last time this weekend you will be wearing anything at all.” I just sat there dumbstruck. “What about the guys who drove up in those trucks? Where are they?” “The boys are anxiously waiting for your arrival, inside.”I slipped off my top and my shorts, panties and bra, and gave them to my husband. He had a devious look on his face as he watched me strip. He said, “OK, let’s go in”. My nipples were rock hard as I climbed from. I began using it by rubbing it right above her pussy, the spot right between her bellybutton and where the crop of her pussy hairs began. Rising up on my right elbow I began french kissing her rubbing her up and down with the entire shaft of the dildo. Lying back beside her I slowly entered the dildo into her as she let out a surprising and satisfying moan and as pushed it into her deeper she sucked her breath and began to match each of my strokes with more moans. As I my strokes became faster. ”I put my hand on her lower thigh and gave a squeeze.“Did you like my dancing?” she asked.“It was very nice,” I replied.“It’s my first night,” she said. “I’m paying my way through college by doing this.”“I figured as much,” I said. “Let me see: I’ll bet you’re studying English Lit.”“How did you know?” Liz asked with a smile.“Just a guess,” I said. “Here’s the best tip you’re going to get tonight. Change your major. A friend of mine has a master’s in sociology. You know what she’s doing? She’s.