But life is complicated. We both know it, but the fantasies are what keep me wearing a path in the carpeted stair-well. I want him to tell me those st...ries with his body, not just his eyes. I am married, and I think he is spoken for as well… sometimes, at least. But then sometimes he doesn’t seem so taken, and I wonder if he would actually take me, given a decent opportunity. He’s already suggested such; he’s invited me in once. But I had my hands full of groceries, and then when I didn’t. My head was pulled like a magnet towards her pussy, my tongue was craving for some pussy juice. My tongue started to run up and down her pussy. I was so attracted by the juice I completely forgot where I was. Suddenly as I was kneeling there licking this juicy pussy I could feel to big hands on my bum. I took a brief look and could see the silhouette of a stocky built man. He was gently banging his inch dick onto my bum. But what was that, I had goose pimples on my skin, the feeling was. I was really warming even more to Kevin and had begun to imagine what his dick would feel like in my backside. My skull-fucking had been exemplary and I wondered if his talents also extended to the nether regions.“Sure, I would love to,” I answered without pause.After we arrived at his place I was pleasantly surprised to find that the pottery and porcelain that he owned was actually quite stunning and that there were no kitsch figurines. He did briefly give me a rundown on the when’s and why’s. " I tried to push him away but he would have none of it. He force the entire length of his prick into my hole and started rutting into me. I glared over my shoulder at him as my body was pounded against the floor.I couldn't do anything to stop him though so I just simmered angrily, waiting for him to cum. I knew it wouldn't take long. These early morning fucks were sort of a jerk off session for the guys. In two minutes he spurted his white wads into my cunt and gave a sigh of relief as he.