I realized that how desperately I wanted to fuck Michelle Wong. I just felt like gong inside and fuck the hell out of Michelle. However, at this junct...re I had no intention of making any stupid move that could jeopardize my whole plan. So, I waited outside the kitchen window, silently. My hand moved inside my shorts and played with my cock.I cannot say how long I stayed there; I had no means to measure the time, but it felt like centuries. Finally, I pushed the kitchen door making sure that it. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and was about to pour the milk on it, when he had second thoughts. Looking down at the prominent bulges on his front, he realized he was currently an adult. Smiling, he turned the coffee pot on waiting for it to brew. He'd never tried coffee before, but both of his parents drank it every morning, so he was sure that it was the grown up thing to do. Carefully he poured himself a cup, then sniffed it. It didn't smell that impressive. Slowly he took a. Her daughter had no idea what that meant of course, and out of respect, I didn’t enlighten her either. As I mentioned in the beginning, it was nearly a year to the day after Karen’s passing that I discovered Literotica, and eventually posted my first story, ‘A Night to Remember’. The story itself obviously had nothing to do with Karen’s life or described it in any way. More of an allegory perhaps, but towards the end, the kind of story she enjoyed receiving from me. A chance to dream, fantasize. Fucking around was heaven.As the girl cleaned his shaft off from his cum and her juices, Ben looked at his watch. It was already 1:30. He needed to get back to the office and put in some more hours. He got dressed and thanked the cum covered stripper for the good time.Unlike that morning, Ben didn't have the motivation to do any real work all afternoon. He had a desire, a hunger, to fuck his wife with his dirty philandering cock. He checked the clock every five minutes, hoping that it would.