"I don't have anything on," she tried again."I kind of saw that. Sorry. I was just tryin' to see if you was here."She looked at the tall young man, ho...ding two dead chickens, and decided her life HAD entered the realm of science fiction."You can't pay me with chickens, Dub," she sighed."It's all we got," he said, looking worried. "An I wasn't s'posed to kill 'em until I got here, but they was peckin' at me, so I carried em by the neck an I guess I squeezed too hard, so we need to get 'em. It was ok that he worked a lot, it did pay the bills, but I missed him. So this was our life. We had good money but never time to be together. I became lonely and started to miss sex. I have always wanted to fuck ever sense high school. I liked to feel a cock in my pussy. There was nothing better then to have my husband shoot his cum on my tits. I also liked to suck his cock. I would watch a lot of movies and try new techniques. I would make my husband sit there while I practiced. When he would. It was intoxicating. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs slowly and then exhaling just as slowly, wetting my lips. It was intoxicating. Taking another deep breath, this one to settle my nerves, I found myself taking up residence on her bed, my hair fanning out on her pillow. Swallowing, I stared up at the ceiling, knowing that this would be committed to video on my hard drive. I raised my knees as I spread my feet apart and lay her dildo on my soft belly and lifted my arms. I looked up at her “Strip Kitty, get naked for me.”She ripped her blouse off, and struggled with the skirt, finally getting it off, by the simple expedient of pulling it down over her hips, and be damned to the buttons. I was treated briefly to a glimpse of her bush, a wild thatch of golden fur, like the fleece of legend. She bent down to unhook the clips of her garter belt that attached to her stockings, and I stopped her.“Leave those alone baby, they’re so sexy.” I said and she dimpled at.