There is their car. Leaving my skis on the rack, I grab my boots and bag and bound up the stairs to their unit. Rachel greets me at the door with a gr...at big hug and I give Tom a strong embrace also. ‘How was the journey?’ Tom asks. ‘It was hell. Snow was flying so thick it was hard to see where I was going. I was in four wheel drive most of the way. I hope there is still some scotch left.’ ‘Yeah, there is. Nobody else drinks it ‘cept you, so if you didn’t finish it off last time, it is still. "Really, tell me about it," I said."You already know that I was without a cock for two months. I was looking forward to my husband fucking me. I had also shaved my choot this morning, as my husband does not like hair on it. Thinking about my husband made me very horny," she said moving the foreskin of cock up and down."While talking to you I saw you becoming hard every now and then. Seeing this my choot started to drip. I therefore decided not to wait for my husband to fuck me but to get fucked. I ordered a scotch on the rocks and Terry ordered a frozen something or other. We commented on how hot the band was. They were really tight and the music was intense. Terry leaned over and whispered something in my ear."You know, I write children's books but I really always wanted to write romance novels," she whispered.Wow. My mind started to race. This woman had a definite wild side. 'A lady in the streets and a freak between the sheets' is the phrase that came to my mind. My mind was racing.. She is of Asian decent, so her skin held a slightly more tan tone than mine, but her skin was so healthy and so smooth for her age. Her body is slender, standing 5'7" and 118 lbs. or so, with very round behind and a flat stomach. Her A-cup breasts, while the smallest I have ever enjoyed, were so perfectly supple and tender to the touch. Her nipples were a dark brown against her tan skin, her thick hair jet black and only falling to the middle of her neck, her hands so soft to the touch. Below.