My both hands were over his shoulders, behind his head. I felt my pussy was getting wet. I am not sure when the elevator door opened or who came out b...cause my head was buried in his chest and he was holding and massaging my buttocks.I cannot tell you if any one saw us in that state or if anyone came out of the elevators but I remember that we were alone in the elevator when the doors were closing. I had a feeling that till I go back to my boyfriend and I would be at the mercy of this guy who I. Now I remove my hand from her mouth and was fucking her rigorously. Though I came previously so this time I was resisting and fucking her. After 5 min of fuck she drag me closed to her and kissed me and put her hand very tight on my shoulders and I was feeling that I was about to cum again .I told her that I was going to cum she told me she was also near. And after few more strokes I shoot’s inside her pussy and she also had an orgasm. I fell on he .She hugged me and embraced me like that for. "Thanks ... What if you were really real? Then that would be really embarrassing."(Of course I'm real. You're the one who's imaginary.)"What can I say? Guess we'll just have to disagree about that. Or, could we test it? ... Hey, I've got an idea! You write me a letter and I'll write you one. See if our imaginary friends can write. When no letter arrives, I'll know you're just in my head."They exchanged addresses.Lisa felt a bit better. The imaginary friend in her head was basically a decent. "What was that all about?" her husband inquired afterward. "I needed it," Helen told him simply. Helen found that she needed it quite often. At first, her husband responded to her - gratefully, enthusiastically, vigorously and repeatedly. In time, his interest waned. Helen's did not. The photograph had enflamed something long dormant within her. Her comfortable life, at one time so safe and satisfying, now seemed leaden and mundane. She engaged in wild flights of fantasy regarding the girl in.