Both were more than ready to fuck their wives.That night Ruth and Linda were very much impressed with the ardor and performance of their husbands. “... missed you,” the men explained.There no weekend games at home for the next two weeks but the men remained very horny for the wives. They double dated each Friday and Saturday night and had fun.Ruth and Linda were teachers and still had four weeks of summer off. They got together during the time their husbands were at work but not always for sex.. Still, she could increase the distance between them again easily enough. Regaining her feet, she sped off again, tripping over a third root that sent her sprawling. With a swell of dread, Buffy realized, as she rose a third time from the meadow, that the creature, spawned, perhaps, of the grassy plain itself, controlled the prairie?s greenery; it was the monster that had caused the roots to trip her. Now, the hideous predator was upon her, and, twists and struggle as she might, she was unable. Her opportunity came when Richard was playing in a golf competition with a meal afterwards. She knew that might be her only chance for a while and she made up her mind to take it. She planned how she would raise the subject and the questions she would ask. When Deborah picked her up from school that day though she was tongue-tied and sat silently in the car all the way home.Deborah could not help but notice such uncharacteristic behaviour. She drove into the garage and switched off the. "It's for real isn't? That feels so good." Yeah, hotbuns."She smiled at him, and then remembered where he'd used that name before. She smirked, and then said, "Here? Now? Again?" Then she smiled broadly. "Great!".Chris was ready, so she just slid across him, and they were joined again.Afterwards, she just lay there on him, with him still inside her, staring at him. After a while, he realised that she was crying. He ran his hand through her hair."Why are you crying?" Oh, Chris, it's just so.