Then I pulled off her tiny jean shorts and kissed her heavenly vagina through her cotton panties. She was so warm and I could see that she was getting...a little wet. I pulled them up and over her legs and pulled off my shorts and underwear in a frenzy. She looked deeply into my eyes with beams of urgent desire. She knew what she needed right now and I could tell by the look in her eyes. She bit her lower lip and looked at me with the most warm yet desperate eyes. I couldn't take it anymore with. ..''they entered, close the doornot saying a wordboth getting sweatpant down i look at them cock out young stranger dropping 40 buck on the floor''pick up your money ''i got down money in my pocketboth helping me on one cock mouth open sucking the nice young hard cockwatching one getting out moving my head to his friend''fuck i needed this, you suck good''two rich black k**s just wanting to be suck in secretlearning they are looking for this to be discretenodding on them cock like a good cock. ”“So that’s why you said it’s hard to be me. You feel something is wrong with you ‘cause you have this other side of you.”“Right. I love to fuck.”“I think that’s healthy—nothing’s wrong with you, Megan.”She looked at me then put her arms around my shoulders, rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her, spreading her legs so that my limp cock pressed against her pussy. I looked into her eyes, smiling, thinking how beautiful, sexy and vulnerable she was, opening her self to me and sharing. Michelle watched him from her perch on top of me, and when he was dressed she also got up, still completely naked, and kissed him. Before he left, she told him to wait a moment. She scurried over to the room desk, wrote something on a pad and pressed the paper in his hand. “Call me, come to Kennewick. I want to see you again.”“Oh baby, I will!” he replied. Then they kissed one last time, long and passionately, my wife still completely naked, before he left.My heart was thudding with sexual.