I jacked off with the dildo every night for a week. What turned me on the most was a mental picture of a man's face in the moment that I penetrate him... Even when I had been on top, even when I had pinned him down, I wasn't really fucking him. It was still my body that was entered. My antics were really a distraction, an attempt to forget that he was inside my body, that I was the one being fucked. Now I can have what I have always wanted: to be the fucker. I want to know that he is completely. I told her I understood if she said no because she was being with Derek. She was surprised I know about them and she asked what I heard. I told her I know they were having sex but not really dating. She was annoyed Derek was telling people and she stopped fucking him. Derek was pretty pissed at me for ruining a good thing he had going but he was dating and in a serious relationship. My wife and I started dating and obviously ended up getting married. She was without a doubt the best sex I ever. How amazing and ironic it would be to leave my old bed covered in the sweat of our love?We leave work early one afternoon and head to my old house. Technically, my ex-husband's house now. I still have my keys and hope that I can get them to work. We pull in and I race you to the door. You have heard a lot about this house and I am excited to show you and touch you in every room. My key unlocks the door with ease, as if the very house itself is in on this adventure.We enter the back room, and. Bath time, first; the chlorine smell,although faint, was getting old. The other girls decided to leave the twoof them alone, Caroline going into one bathroom to shower while Zoe wentover Leslie and herself with a showerhead.The two of them washed each other as they had many times before, andRichard found it funny in a way. Susie washed him because owners washtheir pets, and he washed Susie because servants attend their mistresses.He obediently dried her hair and let her dry his, and then he.