As I was listening to the conversation, I found out their names. Jake, Tom, Joey, Frank and Suzy. Suzy seemed to be enjoying the attention she was g...tting and the talk turned to sex. The guys told Suzy they were all virgins and asked if they could feel her tits. After a little begging and pleading, she agreed to let them feel her chest. The guys took turns rubbing and squeezing her tits and her nipples looked like rock hard pencil erasers. She told them to stop and that it was enough and. .I bend over and start to scrub, feeling the vibrtating butt plug in my ass - now it's time to get some help. I shout on my boy and i ask him to come help me. He walks in and his eyes pop - he smiles and asks what I'm up to. I pretend to ignore the basque, suspenders, fuck me shoes and i dont think he knows about the butt plug yet. I say that I'm struggling to reach the back of the oven and could he help. I ask if he can stand behind me and help push my arm and hand to the back...this. And those admittedly selfish needs are that I and only I get to experience the thrill of extra-marital sex.And experience it I most certainly do! I love fucking. I absolutely love the feeling, as the man I’ve chosen as a lover first slides his dick inside of me, filling me in a way that only a cock can. Knowing that this hard cock that’s filling me, that I’m gratefully sliding my wet pussy on is not my husband’s. Well, it’s such an amazing experience, really the ultimate in guilty pleasures. Oh, the good guys usually won in his novels, but they often paid a high price in the process. I remember one of his Sackett tales, where Tell Sackett avenged himself against a wealthy rancher who had ruined his life. The man had ambushed Tell, shot him and left him for dead, stolen his new bride, then raped and killed her. You didn’t find that sort of thing in Zane Grey. It was a simpler time, with a simple code of honor, someone does you wrong, you right that wrong yourself, and life goes.