This time I'd do itright though, I cleaned up my nails and even made a decent attempt toclean up my cuticles. I wanted the nails to be just right. I...m onlydoing it once, I justified to myself, no point in wasting my one forayinto feminine nails on a half-assed attempt. It took a little longerthan I expected, doing nails with your non-dominant hand starts gettingtricky when that hand already has long nails on it, but twenty minuteslater I was sporting quarter inch french tipped nails, and. My fantasy stretched further and I won't lie to the fact that after that night I dreamt of watching another man fucking Sandra while I watched. I thought about it at work, at home, on holiday. My perverted mind drawing pictures on paper pads and using the family photos I had of her on my desk to design all sorts of twisted scenarios in my head. I imagined it would make me jealous and even powerless. A feeling I knew I would relish. Still, I knew I had to be sensible. The risk of losing her too. She smiled and pulled me down on top of her. I could see her nice dark labia and her swollen clit through her lovely shaven pussy. As I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance of her wet pussy lips, she just grabbed my buttocks and pulled me deep into her. I slid into her hot wet well stretched pussy very easily. I kissed her mouth hard as she grabbed onto me and thrust her pelvis repeatedly at my cock, fucking me and groaning wildly. I thrust back hard, totally aroused but I could not help. So THAT was where the g-spot was! She gasped and grasped him harder as she responded to his touch.God, the man was huge!"Do you like it?"It jolted her. It was so raw, so unladylike. She mumbled something. He was not satisfied."Do you like it?" He looked at her with the question."Yes," was the soft answer."Do you think you can take it?"A long hesitation. She knew she was in a bad situation. Anything but the truth seemed ridiculous at the time."I don't know," was the best she could do. It really.