All night long I couldn’t sleep due to this thought that I really wanted her badly. I committed adultery with her many times in my dreams and was je...kin thinking of her cute little pussy that she would have and how she would cry after my prick entered he and her expressions. Now days after days passed and everyday I would come to know bout her a new thing that would make her image more scandalous and glamorous in my mind. I came to no that she was really a horny girl and I found myself again. What was wrong with her boyfriend that her didn’t he tell her everyday? But maybe he was jumping to conclusions; just because he wasn’t fucking her properly it didn’t mean that he didn’t think she was beautiful. Maybe he had simply become obsolete. But her boyfriends feelings were none of his concern now they were together and alone at last, driving through little green lanes, speckled with light from where the trees tangled together above them, down mountain roads, towards the warm afternoon. I cuddled with Kelly and rubbed her belly as her panting slowed to normal breaths. I kissed her shoulder as I rubbed my steely cock against her back side. I was horny as hell and ready to bury my cock in her hot, velvety pussy.Her breathing returned to a quiet in and out as she recovered."Kelly?" I inquired as I kissed her neck. No response. "Kelly? Are you ready for me?" Still no response. I pulled myself up on one elbow and looked down on my lover. Kelly's eyes were closed."Kelly, are you. It was the start of an "Order by Mail Ikea" spare bedroom with the exception of the carpet. The carpet looked like some things that may have been shot and killed and skinned and sewn together. Like several polar bears maybe. Lush fur at least an inch in length, luxuriated my feet and toes. Tired as I was I spent five minutes just pacing around on that silky floor. I fantasized about what it would feel like to lay down on it and make love until the wee hours. I could hear Chris or Scott was.