I wanted to grab her right there. There was a part of me that wanted to prove to myself, I wasn't gay. I was straight. This past weekend meant nothing...I walked up behind her and slid my head beside hers smelling the perfume she always wears. She smelled so good. I moved her hair back from her neck and began planting kisses."Careful or you're gonna' get me worked up and I'll burn your supper," she purred."Who cares about supper?" I asked.I could see her smile as she stirred the spaghetti sauce.. She gave no violent writhes, nor twists, nor jerked her arse, nor wriggled as she spent, but just as my short thrusts came on, her belly used gradually to heave up and grow into mine; her cunt almost seemed to be sucking my prick, whilst it throbbed and jetted its sperm into her; my hardest thrusts never hurt; Charlotte used to complain if my prick was too vigorous in her. Then when her pleasure was over, lolling her tongue against mine, and sucking my very breath from me, she quietly subsided;. She said to me well I hope you’re happy, Bob has seen me totally naked now up close and in person, and he even touched my nipples. I told her that it was a big turn on to know that he had, and Bob kind of looked at me with a surprised look, and smiled. I said in fact, I wish you would lose that sheet, and just be naked right now. Dawn said no I can’t do that. I told her why not? Bob would love it, and besides he has already seen you naked, and fucking yourself with your dildo anyway. We just. He said, “Ten!” to his surprise she whispered, “We have just an hour, take me here, out here on my husband`s perfect lawn, amongst his pride and joy roses, use me like the whore I am, ravage me, teach me a lesson…!” He glanced around, as if to look for prying eyes, neighbours, or the like, but his eyes met no other human life, just sheep, crows, and collared doves… Throwing her to the floor and tearing her thin night attire from her perfect body, he unzipped his Jeans and took her without any.