And this crazy woman, she probably would have loved it. With my hands around her waist, I thrust her on me over and over while she clamored in my ear,...‘Give me your cock, give me all your cock, goddamit, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me . . .’ until finally I exploded inside of her with ferocious force. ‘I hope you liked that,’ I said, gathering myself. She licked my dick clean before I pulled up my trousers. She seemed to want more, wanting to suck on my cock until it came alive and grew hard again,. Who was he to argue?The kiss was deep and wet, the kind movie directors must long for. When he finally moved aside to nibble her ear, she jolted awake.She didn't scream. Instead, she sucked in a sharp breath, trying to figure out where she was and what was going on. The drug and sleep lingered, leaving cobwebs in her thoughts. Was she actually awake? She couldn't see anything. Something ticked her ear, and she moved to swat at it. Her hand was caught in something. So was the other one. She. I confessed that she was concerned about him using her underwear to masturbate with. My wife was a bit shocked.“His own mother’s underwear?” was her reaction. I explained that it was not that uncommon and that I was sure he also used his sister’s but did not say why I thought so.Obviously I did not tell my wife about the phone sex I had had with Sarah after our little discussion which had got her so turned on she needed some relief, as had I!I suggested that we should have Sarah over for a talk. She always feels exposed and vulnerable, but above all, she has an insatiable desire for sex and nothing more. Sexual energy tingled through her body, like an orgasm that would never come. It was like that always. She would and she has done anything needed to satisfy it.Her body and clothes were everything she owned in this place. There was little of her body left to the imagination. Her legs were adorned with simple black stockings and black high heels. A skimpy bra and panties provided slight.