” “I know. I’m sorry.” “Why are you sorry?” “Because,” she said softly, lowering her head. “Because I love it. I want him to touch m... again. I want to feel the thrill of it. I had a dream about him. All he did was suck my fingers into his mouth. When he let them go, my rings were gone. His eyes were sparkling and the rings appeared from between his lips. I got this real knot in my belly and my heart was beating so hard and fast.” “You got it bad, baby,” Kevin laughed. “Don’t laugh at me,. Tricia checked herself in the mirror. She saw a full figured woman with long blonde hair, large breasts, and full hips. She wore her 46 years well. Her green eyes showed some age but not much. She was beautiful. Any man would be lucky to have her. The more Tricia thought about it, she didn't just want a divorce and settlement. She wanted to make both Steve and Monica pay. No she didn't want to kill them. Just humiliate them. She wanted Steve to look like a sniveling wimpy coward. As for Monica,. She uses one hand on her lovely breasts while the other one strokes her beautiful pussy. After a few minutes of watching her pussy go from beads of moisture to glistening wetness she stops and sits back up. She gently pushes my hand away and starts to stroke me again. This time she has tightened her grip and is pumping me faster and faster. She tells me she wants me to cum and so I just lie there and let her manipulate my cock. As she strokes me I feel a tightness start to build in my balls and. It may sound funny but my problems began in similar way as you already must have read in a number stories in which a husband is working out of town, comes home earlier than expected, find the house empty, phones his home number which is switched to her cellular phone and his wife who is elsewhere answers and pretends to be at home cooking in same empty kitchen where he is. In the stories the husband use to be a wimp who goes away to a motel for the night, comes home as expected the next day and.