I need your cock like this, I need what you give me, I need what only you can give me. I wanted you to help me send Dan away. I wanted you to fuck me ...ust like this. I want you to keep fucking me until we can’t fuck anymore.’ Laura’s words spewed into air punctuated by grunts and moans of raw sex. Finally the excitement and stimulation of events overtook both lovers. Greg thrust hard and slapped his lover as both orgasmed. They collapsed in a bundle on the sofa and then Greg rolled to the floor. He asks if I want him to take a look and I tell him how grateful I would be – a very loaded statement, which he smiles at, a very loaded smile!I introduce myself looking him up and down, telling him how much I appreciate him coming to my aid. As he looks at the engine I lean on the wing of the car, ensuring I stick my ass out and squeeze my tits together – I know I have a killer cleavage and men appreciate my ass.He turns to tell me what’s ok on the car and gets an eyeful of my assets and I. I had become so tensethat her first touch just blew me away. Something burst deep within meand an unbelievable sense of release surged through my body; my kneesbuckled, my eyes closed and I couldn't stop a moan escaping from mythroat. I had been as taut as a bowstring and Fiona's touch hadreleased me. The touch of her fingernails, gently circling my nipplewas so overwhelming that I felt another slice of whatever self-controlI still possessed slip away into the darkness. I could not have. I’ve always thought he was attractive, in his early forties, tall and fit looking with a naughty glint in his eye: he made me feel as though he was looking at me stark naked. We had chatted occasionally over the hedge but never been alone together. He asked me if I’d like a coffee, and I found myself agreeing and going into his house. Rather than putting the kettle on, he opened a bottle of wine and poured us both a large glass. ‘You look unhappy’, he told me. ‘Sometimes I feel life is passing.