"She bobbed her head slightly. "Yeah, I know, but I don't entirelybelieve it anymore. Let's just say the girl point of view makes moresense to me no...." More than it used to, or more than the guy point of view?" Mm," she chuckled once. She tilted her head and bobbed an eyebrow.She picked up her hand of cards."Two," she said."OK," I said. "Ace. What about your point of view?" What do you mean? Jack." Are all girls alike, or are you an individual?"She stared at me. This is what I mean; she. She had been positioned like this for 30 minutes in the car park. It was midnight now and she wondered if he was going to turn up. She’d left her husband looking after the k**s making excuses about getting something from the office. When the only thing she wanted from the office was the big cock of the new temp. She’d flirted with him since he’d started and he’d flirted back.He was 32, 6’2 with a athletic build. His hair was short dark, his jaw was square and his mind was filthy. She then felt. Coach Walker had helped him when they were going through the divorce. She was sure he would give Coach Johnson a good report and help him get on the team.Debra didn't mention anything to Craig for the next couple of days–she didn't want him to get wind of what she was doing and make up some excuse not to be home when Coach Johnson came over.Finally, Friday rolled around and Debra rushed home after work a fast as she could safely drive. From her office downtown, it took about twenty minutes to. Lately he's more interested in sports and video games then he is in me. Long baths and showers are now a must. I even started a little anal play with myself. The thougth of me being slut wife never bothered me. I just don't like it when my husband lays on top of me, fucks me for five minutes and nuts in my pussy. That's what I call a cum dump! It's all about him getting off, then he rolls over and goes to sleepThat's being used as a cum dump. I want to get fucked hard. Made to do anything. Told.