"Grace will dance the last two songs with you, and then we will take you to my room. We got one of the rooms with a double bed," she said breathlessly... "Then, when you finish taking her with that wonderful tongue of yours, I'll be your slutty sister for the night." Her eyes were glowing with lust."Is Grace okay with you there?" I asked."Ask her yourself!" she said as she melted out of my arms, to be replaced by a very sexually charged Grace.With the lights dimmed, I felt her more than I saw her. I find myself flirting all the time. I saw an ex I hadn’t seen in years and put on new lipstick for the occasion. I send one of my similarly afflicted female friends a steady stream of GIFs of Chris Hemsworth nearly falling out of his low-slung jeans in Thor. I still don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me accept I am constantly changing my panties or pressing my clitoris against some bar stool as I think about cock.So how did this all happen to me, a good christian girl?Being such a good. So after much of thinking I got an idea to borrow loan from my office, where my husband will not be coming to know of it and would tell him that a part of money I have dedicated to some insurance, and to manage the things.Next day I went to my office, I formally asked my boss to approve a loan for me to meet my needs where the loan can be recovered by every month from my salary. He accepted and said to write loan application form and said he will send it to head office. I did the same and he. “I’ve always dated bigger girls. I’m a big guy, and I don’t want to worry that I’m going to break a girl when I’m having sex with her. “ I swear, I thought I was going to cum right there. “Seriously?”, I asked. “You really like bigger girls?” His reply to that was “No, honey, I LOVE big girls.” I was smiling the biggest smile of my life and never wanted someone to fuck me so bad in my life. “There’s something about the curves of a big girl. A nice big round ass. Tits that go on for days. I.