..Lydia said, "I don't like this. I really wish you'd justtell me what needed to be done, then I could go in, get itdone, and get out with no problems... You're not trained forthis."Lana said, "Technically, neither are you. You're justtrained in preventing this kind of stuff, and you're justreverse applying it." And what exactly do you have that's any where nearsimilar?" Admittedly, nothing. Just think of it as one more reasonwhy I need you so much." Lydia grumbled under her breath.Lana put her. We closed the door and I sat on the toilet seat with my jeans down to my knees. My cock was hard she lifted her skirt, removed her underwear and sat on my cock. She was tight and already wet. She started jumping up and down on it. As I was drunk, I just couldn’t come. She must have done it for like an hour she was totally tired she was sweating but kept on going. Then it was time for me to take charge. We closed the toilet lid; I made her bend over and inserted my hard wet cock in her ass. She. Physical needs and emotional needs are two separate things and right now my husband is too careless in fulfilling my needs. Don’t you think, this is cheating.Now, I was sure that I was going to fuck this lady very hard on her own bed! i agreed after a lot of hesitation to show her that I am not that desperate. She gave her address and told me the time when to come.So, on the given date, I took my bike and started from my home and was imagining all that was going to happen. Suddenly, I realised. I stroked up and down my slit, lubing my digits with my juices.“...sixty-nine, seventy, seventy-one...”I needed my pussy juices. They would be the paint I created my illusion out of. I shifted my hips, brushing my clit. Despite the fear weighing down my belly, heat rippled through me. My body responded to my touches.“...one hundred and two, one hundred and three, one hundred and four...”My fingers became slippery with juices. I pictured in my head the art I would paint in the real world, the.