She looked at me “I love your big dick” while pumping it hard. “I want to sit on it right now!” My heart was racing. Lucille said “well w... are almost at your aunt’s house, do you want to circle around or would you prefer to come by us Chris for a little while?” Duh! As Lucille was talking, Cheryl was pulling her pants off. “I think someone would be happy if I c.u.m. by your house for at least a little while. Lucille continued past my street and onto their house. As much as I want Cheryl. She got in and we fell into chatting.After a while i remarked on how sociable she was.'Normally your a miserable bitch.Certainly you are at work'.'You cheeky bastard'she said.'Sorry but thats the impression you give over.I find you attractive but i always said i couldn't imagine fucking a miserable bitch like you.But the way you are now.I would definitely be keen to fuck you'.'You are a cheeky bastard,aren't you.You call me a miserable bitch,then say you wouldn't mind fucking me.You think that. I was a bit sweaty when she came in and so was she. We had a few good rallies on the racquetball court, but she was swinging like an amateur. So I offered to give her some pointers.I was definitely being a bit of a perv and positioned myself close behind her. As I instructed her on her form, I couldn’t help but press my crouch against her hard tight ass. I guess I got too excited and accidentally thrust my hips and she swung around so quick. She said I did it on purpose and I said I did and. It does sound like they have tried to do the same thing for you.What's funny is that it fits with an idea about concubines I once read about. Most people forget that historically kings and other nobles were expected to have multiple wives. Basically they could have as many wives as they could afford. Of course, this meant that the nobleman might not actually spend any time with his wife. From what little historians have been able to discover, love was rarely a part of these marriages, and many.