I like it smooth, but it can be a pain for a woman, so sometimes she lets her hair grow. But she is often wet, very wet, it doesn’t take her long to...cum. How is she in your fantasy?”“Always smooth, with soft pussy lips and a lovely hard clit and I just love licking it and gulping down every drop of juice that comes from her.”Lucy shudders again and moved so that she is now sitting astride me.“God! I need to squirt.”“Well I’m not stopping you.” I say.I watch as Lucy starts to pump her own pussy. Roger opened the bottle of Riesling he had placed on the table before dinner and poured some in each of their glasses. He raised his glass and toasted, “To friends and lovers and a wonderful future together.” They clinked their glasses together and drank.After they each had a sip of the wine, Jessica kicked off the conversation, saying, “I’m ready to talk about moving in.”Roger raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised by the sudden announcement. “Really. What changed?” He asked.“Well, as you. Almost, that is. My instincts were primed and right then, I doubt I could have made myself stop. Pull back I did, only to slam forward again, driving my cock into her with all of my strength. From high over her, I rocked up and back, dragging my cock through her sex with a passion I couldn’t hope to contain. Juliet held me tight, dragging her nails over my skin as we made love for the very first time. My orgasm built quickly, and when I came, I was wedged deeply into her, no condom or barrier. It took Bart a few seconds to locate an olderer gentleman, wearing what appeared to be a bathrobe, kneeling down at the far end of the store. The man was stocking a shelf while Bart stood there in confusion. "Hi Bart. I've been waiting for you. Please, come in...I'll be with you in a moment."Bart wondered what was going on as he slowly approached the man. He realized that he moved closer due to the same mysterious force that brought him here in the first place. "How do you know me...and what's.