I thought, this girl is really horny. Then Kristy turned and walked back into her room, leaving me panting."Hey, Mick, you want to see my room?" Lorel...i's voice nudged me out of my fantasies. I turned and walked toward her room, wishing my erection would go down.Lorelei was sitting on the bed with her jacket off. She waved her hand around and I approvingly eyed her room. There were tapestries on the walls and her bed was a double-sized mat on a frame. It looked really bohemian. There were. Tell me."Again, she didn't respond but felt a hand move from her right breast and drop to the bikini bottom and slowly push down between the fabric and the skin. "If you won't tell me I will have to find out for myself," he whispered as his lips brushed my ear. His other hand was still on the hard nipple and she held her breath knowing what he would find. As the finger found the fold and descended, she felt him separate the lips. "Spread your legs for me slut." That word again erupted in her. I suppose that I might have been jealous. I wasn't. I was confident of Jeanne's love for me and I loved Jeanne. The cuckold predilection is complex. It's a mixture of voyeurism, masochism and love. I loved Jeanne and I wanted to see her fulfill all of her wants and desires. I wasn't a naturally dominant man, so if she wanted to experience the thrill of submitting to a dominant male then I had to allow her to do it with a man who enjoyed dominating a sexually submissive woman.As Jack pushed a. I’ll be glad to help. No charge.”“Oh, thank you,” she gushed. “You’re a lifesaver.”We got into my ’66 Plymouth Valiant and headed out. It was only about a twenty-minute drive, but there was a stretch of the road through Thomasboro where I drove five to ten miles below the speed limit. The cop there was a total dick. I ran a little over before and after it to make up the time.Along the way we chatted, and I was amazed at how easy it was to talk to her, especially with about two-thirds of.