. I don't know... but you think I look nice?" You look fine. Don't worry." Here was something funny. She was wondering why I hadn't made the moves on ...er in the cinema. Until then, I'd taken every chance to make a move. She had obviously been expecting me to make a move in there. Since I hadn't, she was afraid I was loosing interest.She thought this was like a teenager dating game. She flirts, I respond. Then I try to push, and she pulls back. She thought she could manipulate me with her. My husband clearly fantasized about me with other men.I broke the silence.“So, Tom, I asked, “You really don’t mind that I’ve been fucked by another man?”“Honestly, Kerrie,” Tom replied, “No, unless you were to tell me you loved him and not me.”I laughed, “No way, Tom. You are my one true love and always will be. Can I ask, though why you would like to see me being fucked?" I’m not sure I can explain,” Tom responded. “Part is because you are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world,. Monday was the official start of the workshops. I got up at five-thirty to run and workout. Tiffany joined me for the run and stayed with me while I went through as much of the workout routine I had time for with the college’s equipment. Tiffany even joined me in the shower, but other than a little groping and washing each other, we didn’t have sex.After breakfast, Tiffany led me to my father in a classroom where he was laying on a leather chaise in his robe with a black girl giving him his. Forgoing the soft mattress, you bend me over a chest at the foot of the bed; taking me from behind. Sliding deep inside me with one smooth stroke, you begin thrusting, hard and fast.Moans, cries and grunts of pleasure fill the room as you fuck me; and that is the only word for this act, there is nothing gentle or tender in it. It is raw, it is wild and uncontrolled.I reach behind me, my hand searching for you, wanting more contact with you, with your skin. You grasp my hand with yours', holding.