.“C’mon honey, do not leave this way, pleaseeeee….” I begged him crying.Then I felt him climbing on my back and putting his rock hard cock at ...y wet and wanting opening; pressing just his thick head and nothing else. Suddenly his cell phone rang. He thrust once inside my wet cunt and then he pulled out. I begged him to not answer, but he pulled out and grabbed the phone. He left the bedroom, leaving me helpless…I could hear him telling someone that he was busy now. Then he hung up and I heard. As 9/11 was maybe the most important aspect of the naughts decade it certainly was not the only one. It truly was the decade of the electronic age as gadgets and websites grew at an almost alarming rate. In the nineties, two of ten had a cell phone, today it is almost two out of three. We went from ‘Can you hear me now’ to ‘We have an app for that.’ Now we never talk, we just text. Today’s woman might not carry a purse but she always has her phone. At one time, it was thought almost to be a sin. “I don’t Christian, nothing like yours anyway.”“But you are a beautiful woman, sexy (no, the sun didn’t just go supernova, that’s just me blushing), some man somewhere must have been inspired to do any number of depraved acts?”“Well, I married straight out of university myself, that’s where I met my late husband. We were together until he died, four years ago. I had known Ben’s father for some time. He asked me out, we have been together the last year or so. That’s it, really.”“That’s it? Two. Telling her how I shoved my fingers deep up my cunt, thinking of this moment now. Of when I was about to eat her. To lick her cunt. How my fingers got so slippery as I recalled the beauty of her body, the sweetness of her pussy, the hardness of her clit. That I used those wet finger to rub my clit, how I cried out for relieve as I made her tingle and buzz. How my fingers flew over that hard little nub even as my asshole demanded attention too. And how fingers on my other hand complied. You did.