I felt a hand moving up and down my thigh and over my pussy and then on to the other thigh. I also felt fingers trying to slide under my panties an... touching my pussy. I thought I was dreaming until I felt someone shake me and I heard, “Megan, are you awake?” I opened my eyes and Greg was sitting at the edge of my bed with his left hand on my thigh and his right hand on my shoulder. Greg said, “Megan, it is almost 5am and I am leaving for work and I will be back by noon.” . His cock was hard and raging and he then slid up to her face and pushed his cock in her mouth and as she sucked it took him no time to cum and he got hard fast as he watched her swallow his warm cream. By now she had spread her legs and he slid down to her cunt and pushed his hard cock in her and began to fuck her. Her warm hole felt so good against his cock and he did his best at fucking. He lasted longer before he blew a load in her fuck hole. He then laid beside her and nursed. That night he. To be somebody. Like dad. Maybe be a marine, like dad. But mother, I think, I am somebody. Look at everything I have. An apartment in the nicest part of the city. The best clothes money can buy. And a car that gets all the chicks attention. I’m a successful man, just like you wanted. But inside I feel it. Something gnawing at my innermost being, and I know. I’m a fraud. A clever hoax created only to fool myself. God I hate being insightful. I tear those thoughts from my mind. Hit man, I tell. We'd both just joined recently. You said you were looking for a lady and I said I was happy as is, though in a sexless marriage. You posted your photos of your breasts and a vibrator at the entrance to your pussy. I made them my favorites. I posted my stories and you read them. Writing has given me a way to connect to all of you through the web. I tell you my thoughts as if we're laying there in each other’s arms. I hope they arouse you, get you wet, and bring you to orgasm. We sent a few PM's.