“I certainly treasure our time together,” he said carefully. “But, do you love me?” she pressed him. “You’re quite obviously very attracti...e,” he said. “I find you extremely attractive.” Emily sighed. “That’s not what I asked you, Evan,” she said. “Do you love me?” “You are quite dear to me, Emily,” he responded, obviously uncomfortable by the directness in her line of questioning. She demanded he confess the innermost feelings of his heart. Emily bridled. Evan could tell she was becoming. She looked directly into my eyes with a growing smile on her face, then reached up, grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled my slightly nervous and shaking mouth to hers. She tenderly slipped her tongue between my quivering lips and kissed me sensually. When our wet tongues met, it was an amazing sensation, as if I could feel her burning passion for this moment combined with her everlasting love for me. Never lifting my mouth, I slipped my hand around her head and grabbed her hair, to reassure. They needed each other hard and fast, neither was in the mood to wait. It wasn’t long before she felt the tingle of her orgasm rise from the very tips of her toes and race across her flushed skin. Pushing herself back to meet her Husband’s thrusts, she cried out for him to fuck her harder.“Come on fuck me, make me cum!” She screamed out to him, digging her fingers into the soft cushions of the sofa.Hearing her cry out to him, to beg him was all Richard needed to push him over the edge. Grabbing. The comments were getting more sexual and frequent. She was now becoming an object of desire and fantasy, a toy for fulfilling the sexual fantasies of these horny guys and their wives. The women were all saying she must be the kind that likes to be the center of action or she just came here for a good time, else why would she be, playing a long. That’s when one of the wives said guys maybe we could use some of that action and she got up on the table (This is Jason’s wife Barb) danced a little.