I like the power of the thrusting when you roll your hips and I plunge into your pussy. I like the erotic feeling as you grip my knob with your cunt m...scles and hold me in place”.“I suppose you like a bit of bummy too?” she replied knowingly.“I just like being inside you, turning you on, feeling you cum as I pleasure your entire body. Feeling you lose control and hearing you squeal and grunt and moan as I push my ramrod inside to thrill your pleasure points.”“Well we'd better see what you can. "If you're willing, I WILL make it happen! That's one of my deepest, darkest fantasies! I'd love to see you suck cock, and take a big load in your mouth! I'd love to see you getting your ass fucked and filled with cum, too..." OK!" "OK? REALLY?" she was astounded. "Two conditions!" I told her. "What are they?" "You have to make sure the guy is clean, and I'm not going to be a cuckold! I'll do it because I love you, and because I want to try it! There won't be any of this emasculated husband. ‘Wake him with a blow job, Sheila!’ she’ll order. Then she will watch, resting her chin in her hands in that way she does – and has, through my far too numerous and way too sundry sexual stumbles. Angel. Yes, I need her – now! ANOTHER PART – I only found him last week. He sat alone! A man! Alone! At a restaurant! In New York! I spied him the minute he wandered in. Like now, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Tall, unhurried, subtly nimble, half shaved, his hair was mussed, like it didn’t care.. “Dinner’s ready!” I hear my mom call. I groaned loudly and got out of bed to have another boring dinner. I’m dressed in a loose tank top that’s a bit snug on my 34 C chest, a loose pair of black shorts and no underwear. I reach our long dining table that can seat 10 people. I sat in front of my mom while John sits at the head of the table. The two starts talking about work as I, like always, eat my food in silence. “Ria,” I stop eating when I heard my mom say my name, “aren’t you going to.