Janet had become much less concerned with her personal finances, and that had given her the confidence to try new things. She wanted and reveled in he... responsibilities in the coffeemaker company. Dexter on the other hand, found that he didn’t want to put in that many hours working. He wanted to focus more on family duties, and a social life.After a while, Janet had started pulling back emotionally. She had discovered that Dexter wasn’t the man she had remembered from the early days of their. Why had I agreed to this? I hadn’t even been drunk ! A little bit of male attention was enough to persuade me to enter this unfamiliar world. Lets face it, I was bored…. Mid forties, kids, husband who all too often works abroad – sounds familiar doesn’t it. Nice things to have don’t get me wrong, but, somewhere inside, something was missing. They say a woman can find hidden depths in her forties – had I decided to search for mine?The aching in my arms brought me back to reality and I looked. During her breaks, her father was charged with making sure Regan was not subjected to the advances of any male of the species. It was what this trip to the city was all about."So you're saying I can't go alone?" Regan wondered."No, that's not what I'm saying," Andy said quickly. "I'm saying that your friends probably should be made aware of the fact that the guys they're going with might have some ideas similar to the jerks in the pickup truck. You can call them if you want and I'll take you. After a few moments of teasing me, he began to get into a better position to take me. I could feel him pushing against me while the butt-slut I wanted to be fought with the tightness of a virgin ass wanting to defend itself. It seemed to take forever before he started to pass into me. I buried my face in the pillow trying to hide the passion as well as the pain I was feeling. Still like an expert, he’d push his way into me and back out ensuring all the juiciness from his kiss was going inside.