I tried to snuggle up to her but she was stiff. "Okay," I said with a sigh. I took my hands off her and slid back. "What did I do now?" Oh, please! Ar... you having little fantasies about Sam?" What? What the fuck are you talking about?" Okay. Right here, let me admit that I HAD been having some 'little fantasies' about our roomie. I'll also go on record that sex between Sandy and I had started getting better after I did. It wasn't that I was pretending I was fucking Sam instead of Sandy. My. I slowed as I approached the house as I could see a strange car on the drive. I walked into the house and shouted for the boys to come and help me with my bags. I was shocked to see that they had called two of their friends from down the street to come over for the day. Chris and Carl were on the football team with the boys, and they were just as big and black and muscley, so my pussy went moist and my nipples stuck out as soon as they walked into view with the boys.The boys walked over and. “I really want to thank you for helping me out,” she said in blatantly seductive tones as she approached.“I ... uhm ... Couldn’t just leave you stuck,” he responded. Not sure what to do, he stood his ground.“You could have, but you didn’t.” She stepped forward, well within the bubble of his personal space. “So, let me thank you.”He stiffened in shock when her hand slipped between his legs and she giggled. He cleared his throat and said, “Miss Winter...”Before he could think of what to say after. I glanced down at my husband and saw his red face. Like Muhammad Ali, my wandering mind began to rhyme as I pumped and bobbed. “I watch as your eyes, stare between my thighs, as my pussy free-falls, and is impaled.” flowed out smooth as silk from the recesses of my mind. I pumped for what seemed ages, then, “I moan lusty cries, and watch your dick rise, just aching to be jerked and flailed.” completed the verse. I ran it over and over, but my concentration was done. In desperation, I slowed.