Her little hips bucked and writhed with a vigour that I could not match and I made no attempt to, letting her fuck me, fuck herself, on my hard cock. ...Such was the rapidity of her bouncing hips that, despite her lovely lightness, the bedsprings shouted to neighboring bungalows that she was being fucked. Or rather, she was fucking me, for I had never been ridden with such unrestrained lust. Years of secretive white cock fantasies had exploded into reality, fuelling her grinding, thrusting young. .. I waited a month after Jason left for college before confronting my husband. Telling him we needed to talk, I made us drinks and laid it all out. I gave him credit, he didn't try to argue very much when I said we both knew our marriage had been a sham from day one. He'd needed a wife to meet the qualifications for a promotion. I was just a box checked off on his list. Hubby wasn't a bad guy, he just got excited by the hunt. Once he had something, like my pussy, he just wasn't interested in. The dresscovered very little of my pert breasts. To drive my husband crazywith lust, I wore no stockings or panties. I was bare except forthe dress. When I showed Mark what I had done, he got an immediatehard-on. He had actually leaned me over the desk and thrown up theback of my dress and started nuzzling his stiff dick into my pussyfrom behind. I pushed him away gently, and told him to save it. Iwanted my pussy’s first load of sperm that night to come from astranger, he. He loved the way she looked, clean and natural. He would have been greatly surprised at the amount of time and effort it usually took her to achieve that "natural look"."Sandy, you look absolutely, positively, totally, spectacularly terrific!" Sonny grinned at her giving her a slow head to toe appreciative inspection. She was wearing one of her spaghetti stringed cotton tops, quite obviously bra less, showing her chest off to maximum effect. A quick glance at Sonny's slacks was enough to.