I put the head of my cock up against her labia, but stop when she says "I want it in my ass." I look at the back of her head for a second before pulli...g my cock up an inch or two putting it against her asshole. "You're a wicked little witch." I tell her before pushing myself an inch or two into her ass. I pause for a second after I get my head into her ass, then push it the rest of the way in, or in this case leaving an inch or two out, not wanting to overwhelm her.She moans a familiar song,. His voice cut off suddenly. He walked around to her side of the car and stared through the window at her. She was clearly shaken. He knocked on the window with his knuckle and waited until she jerked, searched for the button, and finally found it. The window slid down smoothly."You okay?" he asked."I'm fine," she said, faintly. "More to the point, are you okay?" Not a scratch," he said, mildly. "Do you always drive like that? If so, maybe you should just run everywhere you go."She leaned back. He was 18 and gay. He seemed like the most genuine guy I had been contacted by. I added his Msn messenger address and sat on Msn messenger waiting for this Max guy to come online. I almost gave up hope. At around 7 O'clock in the evening as I was about to sign out of Msn, I saw his address pop up in the corner. I was elated to see that he had accepted my invite. That night, we both stayed up well past midnight talking and getting to know each other better and interests, hobbies, activities etc.. She didn't say it outright, but it was easy for me to infer that she was doing just what Kirby was doing — using a fill in when hubby was gone because she needed sex. She pretty much said that Jason was history when I started staying home full time, but the most monumental fact was that she was willing to get herself pregnant to try and keep me home. Before we were married we had talked about kids. I wanted two, a boy and a girl and Carol wanted none. In fact she flat out told me that if having.