I invited him over to the house for a soak in the hot tub and to catch up. He suggested we go skinny dipping. My husband wasn't home and it was dark o...t so I figured why not? Nothing feels better that hot water on bare skin and something about me trusted him. Afterall, he's never bragged around town that he'd had sex with her and it was a small town and it could easily have spread like wildfire if he's opened his mouth. We caught up on what was new and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me.. I assumed, correctly, that she mostly just needed company and a shoulderto cry on. Of course when she saw me she couldn't help but express herdisapproval of the new flower design I had recently had tattooed on myneck. She shook her head and said, "Honey, what are you going to do whenyou run out of bare skin?"Actually, that was pretty mild for her. She must have been more worriedabout the mammogram than she was letting on. If she wasn't expressing herdisapproval of my latest tat, it was my. Iliked it. I wanted to be the best fuck he ever had. Igrunted and moaned with each thrust. It was not longbefore I had my second orgasm. Dave felt it and stoppedfuvpcking me.“Turn around,” Dave said.I turned. My face was now facing his cock all coveredwith my juices.“Suck it you slut.”I did. I wanted to make him cum. I wanted it in mymouth, on my face, on my tits. As I sucked him Istarting begging him to cum.“Cum for me,” I begged. “Where do you want to cum? In mymouth? On my face? No ones ever. He held her like that, his fingers tight but not squeezing her, tangled in her hair, holding her firmly but not directing her any which way.Molly gasped passionately when his hands unexpectedly grasped her there; her whole body rose and sunk with the sudden breath. Though she would not admit it to herself, the excitement came from anticipating what John was moving into position to do; to take her by force. Molly didn’t get off on rape, but if John pulled her face to him and pushed his cock.