I do not prefer to mess with people's relationships, but when I Maria told me that her boyfriend was leaving in a few days to begin his summer session...at Berkley… Well, the rules changed.Maria and I became friends rather quickly. Towards the end of the evening when the waiters and waitresses are still busy taking orders, the busboys are cleaning up, the kitchen staff cooking, she and I found some "down-time" to chat. I had the occasional after dinner cocktail and all she had was to answer the. The ideas just pop into my head.Does anyone besides Anne want to hear about my 'stinkers'(*Anne-Mal) You mean I don't count!(elrodw) Well, as moderator, you have an advantage! (Of course, you count!)(elrodw) My "X-Virus" was a quick hack job, it needs lots of work. I wanted something short, but I picked the wrong topic. that one should have been almost an anthology of 'diaries'.The SRU story didn't start out that way and when I fumbled for something magical to cause the transformation, I picked. "Fucking hell," he murmured, his cock sliding from her mouth and starting to shrink. She was single at this point, but had had a couple of boyfriends in the past few years so was clearly no stranger to this kind of stuff. She lay on my bed and taking my hand guided it between her legs to her pussy; the first pussy I ever touched, feeling wet and warm. I didn't know what to do, so I placed a finger up inside her moist cunt and pushed it back and forth, but she guided my fingers to her clit and. “I am a trollop. I always have been.”“And you love it, admit it.” Jeanne was now laughing too.“You know I do. I love it just as much as you love being a slut.”“Hush now, my husband is right here.”“And he loves it just as much as we do. That's why you now call him Cucky.”I smiled. I had to admit that Abby was right. I really did love having a slut wife.Leaning back, Abby wiggled her rear against my lips and nose and said, “You do love it, don't you Cucky.” She leaned forward and raise up so I.