" Since my name is Shelly I pulled the story up and imagine my surprise when the story turned out to be the one I told Robert following my last trip t... Grand Island.Robert has been after me for several years to fulfil his fantasy, but I've always said no. I was one of those silly females who believed that marriage was forever and that love and sex were the same. How could I possibly go to bed with someone I didn't love? Especially with my husband watching? I did try to satisfy Robert after a. Under her short skirt and along the string of the thong, I could feel her hot wet pussy, it seemed to be aching for my attention!! The ride to the restaurant was short and although the scent of pussy now permeated the car I was ready for food. The day had been long, the lunch provided was not much to speak of so I was ready for a nice dinner followed by a nice deep, wet pussy to sink into. Sounds like a nice desert!! We were led to a booth at the back. She sat down first and patted the seat. “Do you know where you are and what happened?”I took a few seconds to take a couple of breaths, and then answered, “At Mercy Hospital in the emergency room. My friend was shot while we were driving past Robert Taylor Homes.”“Have you been drinking? Using any illegal drugs?”“No. Well, I had about an ounce of bourbon about three hours ago, I guess.”He turned to the nurse and said, “It seems like it’s stress-related. We’ll just keep an eye on him for now. Keep the IV in just in case. I’ll check. I can almost taste you already.I would take a few seconds just to look upon you, to take in every detail of your most sacred flesh, the folds of perfect skin - the fullness of your blushed lips - the neatly crafted hair adorning your gorgeous mound - the glaze of erotic excitement catching the light as your pink lips pulse, before I take you inside my mouth, before I run my thick tongue up the length of your labia, before I suck your hood between my lips and expose your electric clitoris to the.