And that is what happened, my entire shaft slide into Pamalas warm body with just one push. I felt her body except mine as she bent foreward over the ...ack of the recliner we had moments ago brought in. As I got into a slow rhythm. Pam began to softly moan and began telling me this is wrong.. “This isn’t right.. Stop.. You’re not my husband..” At first I thought she ment it, and I stopped, apologized and was pulling out, “NO! DO NOT STOP..” she says as she whips her head back to look at me in an. "In all the years you've been with her, you're not sure you've ever seen your wife "go nuts" and you're not really sure she knows what it would truly mean to go nuts. She's cute, nice, and a little shy. Still, you agree. How could you not?October 31st, you're waiting in line outside the Grand Ballroom. You're wearing a football jersey, your wife a cheerleader's costume, her top a little low cut, showing just a hint of cleavage, her skirt short, naturally. She wears a pair of knee high socks,. " He raised his eyebrows. "Wanna bet?" he asked "Sure. If, by the time the thirty second is up, I'm coming, I'll let you fuck me." He smiled and stuck out a hand. "Deal." Cassy stood off to the side watching, one hand playing with herself under her thong, and told them when to start. Dylan didn't bother with any teasing, he just jumped right in. He took her clit in between his lips and suckled in hard, short bursts, causing her back to arch and her hips to buck. "Fuck!" she yelled. He. " Hello?"He smiled. "I've been reading up. Plus," and then he stopped and got alook on his face. Lately, I saw that look more and more. Like he wantedto say something about I don't know what. Melissa. Jill. How it usedto be. Or maybe I was just crazy. He continued, "I've just beenreading," he said, with a small smile. Then he kissed me. "With yourOCD and nesting, I'm afraid." Stop it," I said, putting my hands on my way too big hips. "I just likebeing organized." It's cute," he.