I break the kiss to say, “I need you to fuck me… let's go.” I drag him outside and head for a narrow walkway between streets. I remember being h...re when I was younger and, holding his hand, I guide him halfway down. We stop between some large pot plants. I pull him close and kiss him again, our tongues touching, our bodies hot against each other. I reach down, unzip him and pull out his hard cock: it’s huge! I stroke it a few times and then turn around, pulling my panties aside to expose my. With his smaller hands, he should be able to get four easy and maybe even five. She held up her legs with her hands behind her knees, leaving herself completely exposed to him. He licked her for a few minutes and then added two fingers and after just a few pumps, added the third. While his fingers were in her he kept twisting his wrist, trying to open the fingers wider to stretch that pussy. She was enjoying her self groaning and bouncing her ass as I was playing with her breasts, sucking her. How could she possibly believe that I would accept her nonsense? What really disturbed me was her telling me that she had one night stands and —how did she put it — parking lot romances? And that she had me eat her pussy after some other guy had been in it. If I really believe that our marriage would be over. I HAD to believe that she was just saying that to sound me out on whether or not I would be open to what she wanted to do.I know. It is called denial. But my choices were limited. I loved. .." I shivered as she touched me like that. Now she guidedmy hand under her own skirt where I could feel the same thing - a steelbelt under the softest of silk. "See, we're both chastised panty sluts.You're the same as me." Please no..."Louise kissed me again, softly on the lips, and I knew she tasted good.Her lips felt like a woman's; her sweetly curved body felt like awoman's should, and I in turn reacted as if she was a real woman,insofar as my bloody belt would let me. I had to remember.