This fantasy. But it feels good. She isn't making love to me. It feels like she is fucking me. She is using my cock as a toy tonight. She is making me...feel such pleasure, and she is not being selfish at all, but now it feels like she is just riding me. Mounting my cock and plain, old fucking me. I didn't think she would be like that. But it is a fantasy, so it is happening. My hand continues stroking my cock, but my hand and her pussy blur together into one. I have been dripping cum for a while. I choose slut red lipstick for the finale because it drives me wild to see my pouty lips in such a fashion. I get up and start down the stairs when I realize that I'm not alone. __________________________ I look down the stairs and realize that my son's friend Andre is coming up the stairs with a not quite a smile on his face. I realize that I'm in a pickle here and that there was nothing that I could do about it. "Mr. Jenkins, I mean Mrs. Jenkins. You look hot!" "Andre, um, I can explain. Yadav followed her to the kitchen. She gave him water, he drank and gave the glass back. As she turned to put away the glass, Yadav grabbed her from back. She was stunned. She shivered and loosened his grip. She turned towards him and slapped him. He showed her the entire chats they had. She sat down on the floor and burst into tears. He sat beside her and said “I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just that I am crazy about you and that I really love you.” he slowly moved his hands towards her. I noticed the fuzz of her pubic hair. ‘Anya,’ I said. ‘I’d like you to shave your pussy for me, when next you get the chance.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ She replied. ‘As you wish.’ ‘But for now, we can just carry on walking.’ Momentarily, her eyes widened, but she quickly had her response back under control. ‘Yes, Sir.’ A smile played across her face. I turned from her and carried on walking, with her, all but naked, just behind me on the path. We carried on walking and then, in the distance, I heard.