“Yes, baby,” you whispered. “Oh yes, that is so good.” I picked up speed and went a little harder and said, “Is that better?” Now you were...a little louder, “Yes, baby. That is better. That is so, so good.” Then I began to really hammer you. I was pumping into you so hard that your breasts were rocking back and forth with each stroke. “Is this more what you wanted?” I asked loudly. “Yes, baby,” you said, finally understanding what I wanted. “Yes, baby. I want you to fuck me. That’s what I want.. In fact, one thing Greg would often write on my wife's belly, just above her girdle, was: "Only whores and prostitutes wear girdles!" Then he would make her sign her name below the words, as if it were her own declaration (which, I suppose. unconsciously it was). It is a common entry in her diary.Perhaps it was the way she crossed her legs or a propensity to let stocking tops drift into view. Or perhaps it was a smile, or her laugh, or a seemingly harmless touch. I don't have Tony's obvious. I could hardly wait to see what was underthose crisp white business blouses and modest woolskirts she always wore.I went home and showered and changed into casualclothes. My cock kept getting hard and I had all Icould do to keep from stroking it until I came, but Iwanted to save all I could for my appointment withJosie and Tom. Finally, the time rolled around anddrove to the address Josie had given me that morning.They lived in a little cottage a couple of miles frommy house, on the other side. I used to masturbate thinking of that. After some days I thought why not make my dream come true.So one day I told my gf that we were going to meet a friend of mine. And then I called my friend and told him. He was very much excited because no one was at home and we could have a good time. So I told him my plan. We would mix some sedatives and Viagra in her drinks and then fuck her. He told ok and told that he would go buy some sleeping pills and Viagra. I said OK and cut the phone. We then got.