“We have sex every so often but I don’t think we’ve ‘fucked’ like this in years. Raw carnal need and pleasure.”We rolled over on the sheet... so she could ride me as she spoke. I wasn’t sure where she was going with all this but her voice had the breathlessness she used to get when she talked dirty so I let her continue again murmuring my agreement. “You need a good fucking—certainly more often than I’ve been able to baby. That’s why I want you to fuck someone for me.”I didn’t think I’d misheard. Once there I sat on my bed, and for the first time in a long time, picked up my guitar. One chord told me what I should have known anyway, it was horribly out of tune. I tunes the E string quickly by ear, then matched all the other strings until I had a properly tuned instrument. Then I began to play. I started with the theme from The Deerhunter. It was a melancholy tune and matched my mood, from the melancholy start my mood went downhill, until eventually I just put the guitar away and lay. Maybe a little too much, really, considering that guys seem to find its perfection to be an open invitation to touch it, and it was definitely one of the most popular destinations for them during sex. It also seemed to make guys think that having a great ass meant she'd love being spanked.Another of Tia's sore points was her breasts. While her A-cups were marvellously firm and had thick, extremely sensitive nipples, Tia and Jacob both wished she had more. D-cup implants at the least, he'd say,. I caught site of the word “penis” I looked up and our eyes locked. I glanced away uncomfortably but there was no question what we both wanted. After a few minutes of gentle flirting you hopped into the back seat of my friends car as he got ready to drive away. You looked at me and said, “You coming?”I responded with a, “where ya headed?”And got the response, “we are going to blow shit up.”“I’m in!” I responded eagerly and hopped in the back seat. We were pressed very close together with you.