"Oh, baby. You're so tight. You feel so perfect."Emma placed her feet over his shoulders and gasped at the sensation. He was so deep. "Oh, yeah. Fuck ...e. That feels so good."Bryan rammed his hard cock deep inside her over and over again. Deeper. Harder. Faster.Emma screamed as another orgasm washed over her. Then another.Bryan's cock pulsed with the need to cum. Finally he couldn't take anymore, feeling her pussy walls pulsating with another orgasm, he let himself go.After a while, Emma lifted. This is just a quick story about one of the more recent of those many times.We have a neighbor with a son named Dan who I had in school, who has always had his eye on me. We're all friendly but nothing had happened for 10 years I watched him grow up and he's in college now. He isn't someone I was actively pursuing and I think he was just shy about it. One night I went over to borrow a particular pot to make dinner and when I returned I had a very interesting story to tell my hubby, which was. Accessories included long nails,earrings, silver bracelet and black bracelet. And of course myhair will be a super sexy/slutty California blond wig teased verywild, ala 80's rock bimbo style.I'm at the motel, and getting dressed, ready, and have a coupleof those premixed screwdrivers with me to get relaxed. I getdone, and check myself in the mirror, and go, god, I look like atotal sextoy. At least I hope so. I keep having to pull my dressdown over my ass, but my corset is so tight over it that. That is not to say we didn't talk. I called the McFadden home at seven A.M., eight A.M. and nine A.M.before Becky came to the phone. We talked for thirty minutes, about nothing, about everything. We talked again that afternoon and again on Sunday evening."What have you been doing?" Did you miss me?" Answer my question first" Missing you."Nothing of substance was said in the nearly two hours we spent on the telephone that day. We both knew we were repeating meaningless trivia, but we could not.