” “Nor have I.” Susan responded, hesitating. “I think I want to experience it again.” Dalias’ voice caught in her throat. She struggled to...form the words… “I… I, want that too.” And the phone went dead in her ear. The persistent knock on her apartment door roused Dalia from her fitful dream. She pulled on a silk summer robe and made her way thru the darkness to the continuing sound. Her eye to the peephole, she saw Susan looking back at her. The door swung open, almost as if it had done it. .. great, babe," I told her, "should I change?" No way, not at all. Let's go," she replied, and off we went. About an hour into the drive, she asked me what my favorite kind of online sex stories are. This was basically the first conversation of our drive. I immediately felt my heart beating in my chest."Me? Oh, I like... um, couple stories, ya know... and um," I fumbled through an answer, being caught off guard. I was worried about answering honestly because my favorite stories are slut wife,. Scot and I entered the room later, finding her completely passed out under the thin hotel sheet. She was spread eagle, her shoulder length blond hair over the pillow, her face a sweet smile unlike the scold he was used to seeing.He liked what he saw when I pulled the sheet away because he liked nice big boobs, and the kind of nipples she had. We set up one of those old rental video cameras as part of the deal with her, she got to see what we did to her while she was passed out, and we were. We'll make it fit it always fits. Tonight I'm going to stretch you so wide, your husband will never be able to fuck you again."He grabbed my hips and pulled me down toward his lap. My pussy strained and stretched as Eric tried to force me down onto his massive member. It hurt so badly, but I needed him to be inside of me. Finally, with an almost audible pop, the head slid through my stretched out opening. He was only a few inches inside of me but the rush of pain mixed with intense pleasure.