I rubbed his cock head against my clit. His cock became instantly hard. I knew he was tired, but his cock betrayed his body. Little did he know that I...wanted to fuck him senseless. Looking deep into his eyes, I swung my leg over his hips. I lowered my body closer to him, my hand guiding his hard cock to my wet pussy. My wet and slick labia enfolding the tip his black cock. My fingers pressed his cock lower, my vulva feeling the pressure as it slipped to my vaginal opening. I forced my tongue. I hear people talking about their dreams and goals for the future and I can’t afford the pain of having any.When I wrote about being overwhelmed in the bank two chapters ago I didn’t mention that I was having full blown for lack of a better word dementia like symptoms. I knew why we were there but didn’t understand what was going on. I was arguing about what papers go into what envelope and other silly behaviour. At one point my wife laid her head down on the desk. I was an overgrown 5 year. I allowed my other hand to begin toying with my balls and ass. That's when I saw Bud look over and smile. He said something like "yeah, get that ass ready for me," but I saw in his eyes he wasn't up for it. That's when I walked over to the two of them. I could see a question raise in my wife's eyes as I reached for the back of his head and guided it to her pussy."Don't you want a taste of her? I mean a real taste?"Her eyes lit up as I guided his head downward, down to where his lips were mashed. As soon as I got home, I showered, dressed and made a few calls, with John being the first on my list. I sat there listening to his line ringing in my ear until his voice mail picked up. I didn't bother leaving a message. But, anxiety had built up inside of me and I was relieved that he didn't answer, I don't think I would have known what to say anyway. I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, when I heard a knock at the door. I walked to the door and looked through the peep hole..