They were the best two hours with a woman that I had had in several years. After the birth of our only child my wife’s sexual desires changed drasti...ally…for the worse.In that two hours Abigail and I had sex three times. Well, what I mean is, that I got to cum in her three times. She had a whole lot of orgasms. I loved making her cum. She loved it when I nibbled on her engorged clit. That really got her off.She wanted sex so badly that she sucked me hard the last time and even climbed on top.. ”If the figure could hear her, it didn’t let it show. It stepped back a second and pulled something out of a bag attached to its hip before coming forward once more and placing a hand against the window. As Joyce cried in fear and begged to be let go, the figure placed their object on the ground outside the door. Joyce pushed her face close to the window to try and get a glimpse at what it was. The object was small and cylindrical with a tab on its top that reminded her of the pin of a grenade.. ."Now fuck me!" He smiled back at me as he helped me to my feet. His cock was still hard as a rock as I led him to a tool bench and bent over. He reached down and scooped cum out my pussy with his finger and rubbed it on his cock. I reached under and rubbed my pussy and clit as I looked back at him with burning lust in my eyes. "Aaahhhh yesssss!" I moaned as I felt his cock head entered me. "Mmmm mmmm yessss Lance" I said as he pushed deeper inside me. I began to push back on his cock. He. Ophelia was sitting on the bed, about to put on her stockings. She pausedto watch me, and I knew that my next move was important to her. Theexpression of hopeful optimism tinged with nervous apprehension sent arush of compassion and love through me. Yes, she might be a pervert. Yes,she had been playing mind-games with me, but I wanted to make her happy.So I opened my top lingerie drawer and selected a padded bra. I held it upfor her inspection and asked her if she would mind helping me put it.