I'm twenty-five, wavy ash-blond hair just past my shoulders, blue-gray eyes, one dimple, yes, just one, on the right cheek, nice, firm boobs, they got...me lots of looks in high school. Well, in college, too, and right up to a few minutes ago when I was coming back from lunch. Any way, let's see, okay, my boobs, um, 34-C, they both angle a bit off to each side and are quite round, even wider than my chest a bit. Nipples, well, they're not real big, oh, like quarters, and when excited, almost. Vickie's so good. She's drying her hair as if I'm not there.I stop stroking and concentrate more on licking her goddamn steaming pussy."Are you done yet?" she asks.Fine! You want teasing, sweetheart, here's some teasing! I get up and haul her out of the shower. Spin her around, she grabs the counter so she doesn't fall.I ram my cock up her cunt straight and true.We're both looking in the mirror as I take her from behind. I'm fucking her like a wild animal. Her gorgeous tits are trembling and. We used to be able to talk aboutanything before."He was right, I used to be able to say anything to my uncle and he wasalways cool about handling it with me and teaching me about life. If Icouldn't trust him, whom could I trust?"No, I never shot a load before," I finally answered. "I want to so bad,but nothing comes out." I continued crying out."It will come some day and man are you going to enjoy it! Do you know howto fuck someone?" No, I mean I have an idea how it is done and stuff, but I. “Shall we go?” Dave asked. “Our chariot awaits.” He said in a phony British accent.Then my Pam, my wife, the woman I married, said. “Bill honey, lock the door.”I fished my keys out of my pocket and locked the fucking door. As I walked to the limo, I realized that she came out assuming my plan would fail and was ready to be the slut Dave wanted.Tony told me I had a beautiful wife and it was no wonder that this guy was after her. Tony held the door of the limo while we got in.As soon as we were.