?No Sir, I wanted to prove him wrong, but only to myself, not to him. i didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, if that makes sense? she answers, ...er nerves calmer now that she realizes I’m a human, not some monster. I’m intrigued by her and turn to face the bar, she does the same. I order another drink for each of us, then place My hand on her thigh. I feel her legs open instinctively just a little; I doubt she even knows she did it. That was all I needed. As we talked and enjoyed the drinks. He jogged up the stairs, feeling his cock strain against his slacks. He loved her small voluptuous body and needed to be back inside of it. Now that she was his, he planned on thoroughly getting to know the curves that eluded him for so long.Kissing her neck, he laid her on his bed running his hands down her naked body to her pussy. He groaned as his fingers rubbed along her slit, feeling how hot and slick she was.Just for him.Kneeling in front of her, he heard his phone buzzing loudly in his. With each passing day I wanted Bambi more and more. I wanted all of her. . .! My biological makeup had made massive claims on her body – claims which had been totally subdued. I wanted her heart. . . .that inner self which I did not know if I’d even glimpsed and the friendship I had pledged blocked any claim I might have on this part of her being. I wanted her mind. . .her conscious thoughts and the power they might convey. Finally, with sleep came the dream, or was it a nightmare, as Bambi. There was her husband Ben fucking the hell out of Maureen from behind on the bed. Maureen was grunting in pleasure with each thrust. Ben was groping Maureen’s heavy breasts with one hand as he fucked her. Nancy could hear how turned on Maureen was by the wet smacking sounds of their fuck session. Ben looked over and saw his wife standing there and to his surprise she didn’t’ protest or try to stop him. Maureen could see her mother there also and mouthed the words. ‘I’m sorry, is it ok?’ ‘Yes.