And just as she was about to twist around and confront her mysterious lover, he increased the tempo, depth and strength of his fucking strokes. drivin... inside her as high as her navel. Cherie cried out with joy and her hips followed his rhythm as she writhed on the bed in graceful undulations, her left leg lifted high to grant full access to her steaming depths to the unknown lover's incredible, pleasure-giving prick. It felt so good, soooo gooooood, each delicious fuck that drove so. It was about then that I got curious. I wondered if you really wouldn’t care if I fucked another guy...or a few guys...or a girl...or myself, while people watched...or any one of your other sick little fantasies. I wondered what kind of a fucked up asshole wouldn’t care. Somewhere along the line, I ended up admitting the truth to myself. I wanted it too.” She smiled malevolently. “And not just because, even at your best, you’re pretty average.” The other guy reluctantly moved to stand up,. In her clothes he guessed that she had large C cupped breasts and he guessed her waist to be no more than 22-24 inches. What caught his attention the most were her eyes. He said she had hazel eyes that sparkled and that you could get lost in. When Cheryl spoke, he said her voice was so soft and sexy that it would make any man nearly bust his zipper listening to her after reading the card and talking about it in front of Cheryl that his zipper was practically breaking from the growing. ”He was squirming and really uncomfortable sitting there with an erection painfully squashed inside his jeans.“Go ahead. Unzip and get your cock out. I want to see it again anyway.”He gave me a funny look. Reluctantly he said, “I better before I go off in my jeans.”He undid his belt, unzipped, rose up off the seat and lowered his jeans. His erection sprang up, hard as a crowbar. He cupped his balls in his left hand, wrapped his right hand around his cock and started stroking.I enjoyed this.