Someone like a fellow designer, a model, a journalist or even someone from backstage… well, anyone else. But most of my flings didn’t worked well ...nd I always ended up at Cornell’s arms, and not that I am complaining on that. I am just telling my story here. And now someone might ask to where I am going to take this story to. Well, a few weeks ago there was a party at the house of a good friend of mine, Miles Conroy, who is also an old flame of mine. Pretty much a good bunch of the VIPs were. By the way; one of my fantasies was to go back and relive the fun of my college days and that is what I was doing at Mary's the other night and what I'll hopefully be doing it at Mary's for quite a while to come."Just then his wife appeared at the top of the stairs. I wasn't sure what I expected, but it wasn't what I'd thought it would be. I had wondered if she was going to be one of those big matronly colored women and she was. Not big and matronly, but BIG! She was better than six foot. I'd. However, Kate's hand eventually left the front of his jeans. The bulging strain under his fly told the whole story.Diana felt like she should be angry, but all she felt was relief. The confrontation with Michael had been met and was water under the bridge now. She knew he had made it with Lorraine and now Paula. And those facts didn't bother her. He was still her Michael, still her husband and she still loved him. Nothing had changed.At least nothing had changed with her, that was. She was. He traced a finger around her opening before plunging it deep inside her. Kayla grabbed him by the shoulders and moaned, ?Take me now!? in a low voice barely above a whisper. Darren was more than happy to oblige. His throbbing cock surged inside her thrusting against her clit. Each penetration sent waves of pleasure rippling through their bodies. Kayla felt the pressure building within her. The powerful cock pressed back and forth against her moistened clit. Up and down, forward.