Worse, because I gave you the history of what's wrong with my life. To tell you the truth, I would love to see you again to just chat. I feel a... I g...ess strong instant friendship toward you, like I've known you before." He had the look of a man who was digging himself further into a hole the more he tried to dig himself out, "Look, I'll just speed up and you'll never see me again. Sorry."He increased his pace slightly and was ten yards in front of Betty before she made up her mind. Not even. "What do you mean he isn't going anywhere?" I scoffed, in disbelief."I've been looking forward to this all week and I'm not..." she started to say before I cut her off."So, you think you’re just going to fuck this black guy in our house? " I shouted."Well, yes. I've been wanting this for a long time and I really need to get fucked," she said."I'm your husband! You’re supposed to be fucking me!" I shouted."If you could fuck me like he does we wouldn't be in this situation," she said."I can't. She was a classic thirtyish beauty, worthy of a women’s magazine cover or Playboy’s centerfold. Yeah, that hot. Her blond hair was almost shoulder length and naturally wavy, her eyes a pale grey, her smile frequent. Moving lower, her rounded breasts were firm enough to keep that narrow band of fabric across her nipples in place. A hell of a lot of the rest showed to my distraction. A pair of running shorts riding on slimly-curved hips below a trim waist kept you looking lower. Long and perfect. I felt my urge grow and cut of the tape. As I freed her she jumped ontp of me and kissed me fanatically. I fell to the ground and she clamped her hand over my mouth.She then slowly kissed her way down to my zipper and opened it. She exposed the huge bulge in my pants and then pulled down my underwear. My thick six inch dick stood up proud with pulsing veins. Hellen grasped its head and started jerking it off. I pulled away her hand and placed my hands on her head. I grabbed her hands and put.