.Naughty; like we’re doing something we’re not supposed to be doing, but it feels so good . . .ya do it anyway. Ya know? Like fooling around with ... teacher or on a bus or something.” “You mean something…Crazy?” “Yeah. Something crazy.” I thought it was sort of funny that he was telling me this while he was between my legs with his dick still inside me. “We ARE doing something we’re not supposed to be doing Sweetie.” “Oh yeah. I guess we are. ” He says, still propped up on his. I won’t pretend but I will play since I know you have strong feelings for the other women. I trust you and will follow your lead. If you want to play, I will play, since being with you once in a while is better than being without you 100% of the time. If you don’t want to play, we will figure something else out. I am with you, not the game.’ I stood there, speechless. I stared at her, hardly believing her honesty and directness had moved me like they did. I had to process all of that. ‘Thanks,’. Later that night after I finished cleaning up the kitchen I went to thebedroom and changed. I fished a sexy black see-through nightie from thedresser drawer and the little black see-through panties that went withit. I put them on and went to the living room.Patty was slumped down on the couch with her legs stretched out. She'dput on shorts (men's) and a t-shirt after she got home. When she spottedme she did a double take. I noticed the small bumps starting to dimplethe front of her shirt."I've. I think aboutsticking my tongue in their anxious holes, squeezing their ass-cheekstogether around my face, licking and sucking their balls and jerking theircocks. The first several weeks of my time in my new home were spent infront of my computer with my dick in my hand. The more and more I jerkedoff, the more I wanted more. It didn't take much time for me to want thewarmth and comforting pleasure of another mans hand around my cock. One weekday afternoon, I left work early to go home and.