Anyone walking past the practice suite could hear him expertly playing the drums whilst his mate Jonesy strummed away on a guitar. All they needed was...a singer and a bassist and they’d finally be in business. He’d always dreamed of having his own band. The drama studio was filled with excited chatting. The whole class was busy talking about the latest gossip, except Claire. She was busy thinking about the fun that she would have on Saturday in bed with Scott again. Her daydreaming was. In a few moments, she felt his hand on her boob. The kiss continued while the hand cupped, weighed, squeezed, mashed and, in general, abused her boob in an oddly painful but tender way. "My turn!" The other guy turned Kelle towards him and kissed her hard. And at the same time, his hand went to her ass, slipped under her skirt and started to squeeze her right cheek, then her left. At first, it was painful and then it wasn't. Kelle sighed. Encouraged, the guy ran his hand inside her panties so. I could hardly believe she stuck with trying. It became a challenge for her and an extreme desire to please me. And each night she'd get into the position without me requesting it readying herself for her newest desire to please me. I began to thrust my member down her throat enough that she would forget to breath and I knew it was only a matter of time. A little at a time I started thrusting down her throat harder, faster and the more I did so the more she moaned and craved my cock wanting me. I told her I already knew that, and I was cool with that. Now that I agreed, she can't wait to have sex every night and she wants to play fantasy sex almost all the time. My wife has turned in to a Nympho who rips my clothes off and pushes me into bed every chance she gets. There is no way to describe her unbelievable orgasms now either. She was blowing my mind. I had to find out this went beyond bedroom fantasy. Was she finally ready to do a little swinging? Mind you, finding this out is a.