.”“It’s important to me. I never thought it would be, and then YOU!”“Me?!?”“Yeah, you.”“You seduced me...”“Uh, didn’t take muc... seduction. And then you introduced me to that dick...”“I do love the dick,” I said. “Don’t get me wrong. I love Deena’s pretty little pussy, but the feel of that living thing pushing into me ... Dammit! Now I’m...”A sassy snicker.“Yeah, laugh, Blondie. You’re the one that’s gonna have to eat me...”“Don’t wanna save it for Dad?” she asked, closing the door behind. As much as this could be viewed as a relationship from paradise and a well deserved reward for putting up with Mrs. Boredom for nearly 20 years, there were a couple of areas of friction between Joyce and I. As much as most of our bedroom time would be cause for envy among even long time residents of Heaven, Joyce had a definite submissive side and I wasn't sure I was always the man she needed for this position. Perhaps it was my long held belief that sex was a beautiful thing best experienced. I pushed her head down hard and it slammed into the bed. I looked at the way her slutty dress was around her waist, framing her bent over body, and lusted over it as I fucked her some more. But she was in for it now. I used the frustration of not being able to touch her bare tits and those cherry nipples, as her bra had got caught under her dress and I couldn’t get at the clasp, to build up to an angry fuck and then some merciless teasing.‘Support yourself on your hands and knees,’ I ordered. I. Her thighs and calves were glazed in her fuck juice. It dribbled in streams, uncontrollably, down her smooth, tanned legs. It spattered little patterns on the hot concrete.It didn't make sense to pretend not to stare this time, right? I mean, given these ridiculous, extreme circumstances. I stared. And i licked my lips and i stared some more. And she watched me the whole time. Her eyes travelled down my body, too, drinking me in as if she had never met me before. As if we hadn't been ruining.