A whisper of a sigh passes over my parted lips at the touch, and the smoldering beginnings of fire ignite low in my belly. My eyes drift skyward to th... blanket of stars overhead. Without a thought the fingers of one hand are brought to my lips and moistened by my warm tongue. The damp fingers then trail languorously across the peak of one nipple, leaving the skin glistening in their wake. My eyes close as my understated touch leaves me shaken, my senses heightened. Between my thighs a telltale. My mom would be pissed and Id probably get fucked over by my gym teacher so I went along with it. The guys had long ago stopped caring about changing around me in the locker room. It wasnt like I was going to rape them or anything and I tried not to look at them while they were changing anyway. That would be rude. Some of the guys took the opportunity to ask for advice on trimming or if they needed to work out more and I obliged when I had an opinion. Hell, some of the guys actually looked. I watched Peter's nostrils flare. He was sensing the change. 'I think so,' he said in his usual kind and dutiful son mold. 'She should learn to make do with the telephone' I said selfishly. There, Peter looked at me. He saw me afresh, the dress, the curve of my buttocks as I walked about. I sat down on the sofa and crossing my legs gave Peter a sight of what stockings and suspenders could do to the male psyche. He stared at my legs, heard my arrogant demeanor. My husband was staring intently at. Gone was any pretext of having sex with another man. Rogerwas a man and a strong, handsome one at that, but I was no longer a man.I was a woman, in the throes of passion, with her man inside her body.Roger started to push in further. This time, it didn't hurt as much,but the feeling was even more erotic. I was being consumed by this man,his cock inside me, giving me sensations that I didn't know existed. Iwas breathing hard and I wanted more, so I started to push back againsthis cock. More.