A fantasy of opening the door to find my beautiful wife cooking dinner wearing nothing but an apron and a thong flashed through my head. On my way to ...he door, I peeked through the window and my dream was crushed. Not only was my wife not in the kitchen, but it looked as if nothing had been touched since I did the dishes last night. I could not help, but be a little annoyed that after working late, it looked like I would be cooking dinner as well. As I turned my key in the lock, I tried to. I looked back and saw that he was pretty exhausted and breathing rather hard so I motioned for him to lay down. “Are you OK Bill?” I asked. Between deep breathes he said, “Yes, just a little winded. Do you mind taking over for a while?” I said, “Not at all.” Hopping up on top of Bill I just slipped his cock inside of me and rode him. I started off slowly so he could get his breathing under control and then I went all bucking bronco on his cock. It only took a minute or two at that pace. She'd gone to the game in hopes of talking to English lit crush but was unsuccessful. He could feel his heart breaking just hearing her cry. He wanted to reach out and touch her angelic face to make her feel good. He knew he couldn't he would just have to find another way to let her know she's loved.She walked for a while until she reached her apartment. It was a tiny one-bedroom apartment. He looked around and saw pictures of her family. She also had tons of posters on her walls of mostly rock. We had our typical morning conversationbefore I went to work and reminded Brittney about thecomments one more time without trying to actsuspicious.My dick stayed hard most of the day thinking aboutBrittney looking at Phillips pictures and reading hiscomments. I certainly hoped she wouldn't be offendedor too scared to reply to him. It was lunch time. Idecided to send Phillip a text message. It was simplejust asking him if Brittney replied yet. I sat down inthe cafeteria eating my lunch when I.