Maple Street, which was in one of the town's nicer residential areas, was in darkness, except for the lights that glowed in several upstairs windows. ...t number 212 which was the Baker residence, a light shined in the upstairs' window that was Mrs. Baker's bedroom. Inside, Dorothy Baker was giggling instead of sleeping. She couldn't help giggling when she was being tickled, and right now she was giggling uncontrollably."Oh Mark, stop!" she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Please, no more . .. .” Before I could finish my sentence she punches me in the face and knocks me on my ass. You see I’m only 5’8, 127 pounds and this beast for a girl stands 6’2 and about 220 pounds what was I supposed to do? And to make it worse two other girls appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me. “Drag him into the bathroom!” she barked. After dragging me into the bathroom she told them to take my pants off. “Wow it’s really as small as they say it is.” I wanted to die from the embarrassment that I felt. She. Was she in pain? I wasn't sure if, or how, to respond. I felt like the third wheel, no involvement, watching my beloved wife and this black, handsome stranger with a larger cock, rut and mate with deep desire, and, it seemed, deep love. Was she lost to me? Would she ever again be satisfied with my loving, to which she had become accustomed, and perhaps bored? I was definitely hurting here.Then, Anthony entered his dirty talk faze. He looked into her eyes."Fuck me, you dirty whore! Raise that. He wanted her at her pace, luckily for him, her pace tonight was she was intent on losing her virginity, what better welcome home gift could she receive than to find out a boy she had also had a crush on was in love with her, even the old plain her. Rajeshwari stood up breaking their kiss and went to the door, she locked it, reached up and flicked the light switch off and made her way back to the bed. “Bharat, make love to me, here and now, tonight, I don’t need more time.”Bharat was scared.