Now, don't get me wrong, the brownies Patricia made tasted ok, but she had left them in a couple of minutes to long."Want to trade aprons on Wednesday..." Patricia asked me with tears in her eyes."Sure, why not?" I replied in a joking manner. I actually was planning on using an apron like the one she was wearing today on Wednesday. I decided to try to cheer her up since she seemed to be at least a little bit upset at the fact her brownies didn't come out as well as mine did."Patricia, your. But as much as she loved Jack she felt that something was missing from her life, from her marriage. She and Jack were in a sexual rut. The same positions, the same foreplay, the same words, the predictability of how Jack would act; it was almost as if he were programmed. She enjoyed sex with Jack, but lately it seemed to lack the fire of their early years together. Still, another man was out of the question - except in her fantasies of course.Because of all her free time Bonnie watched a lot of. "Eight months. This is only the second time I am late. Jusually, I'm on time." But you've missed once before." Jes. Four months ago, I was five days late. Mack, he came for me twice..." And?" He is a hard man. He makes demands, jou know? But he is fair, I think." Is making demands bad?" I asked."No. That's hokay."I took a pull of my beer. "So, why were you late this month?"Elena sucked in a breath, and I knew she had no prepared answer. "You might as well tell the truth," I murmured."I ... am. " Yes, Michael, go ahead and cum. I would like for you to cum in me, I want your cum inside me when I sleep tonight," she whispered as she brought her legs up around my back, pulling me hard into her and she shook her hips back and forth.There was no way I could hold off cumming with such a ravishing goddess under me."Mmm, yes, yes, mmm, oh, faster, mmm, oooh, so good, yes, oh, Michael, oh, OH, OH, AYYE, AYYE, EEEH, EEEH, UHHN, UHHN, uh, mmm, mmm," she groaned and trembled under me as I raised.