I began to slowly rub the tip of his dick against my clit while passionately kissing his mouth, frantically sliding my tongue over his. Sensing he was...ready, I pulled down my wet panties and quickly reached down and grabbed his dick, moving his foreskin back I placed his dick at the entrance of my moist slit, my panties still pulled to the side, then rotated my hips forward to allow penetration. I leaned back slightly so I could enjoy the blissful, he groaned and the look on his face when I. Sexual I mean. That is your business and should be privatefor you. But I need to know a lot more about certain things. Like thestories you've written and the things you write about. I can understandwhy you like to watch videos and look at photos and even read stories.But the ones you've written yourself are really intense. They seem totell a lot of what you think about and maybe even secret desires you mayhave. Your writing style is excellent but the subject matter is confusingto me. Tell me. About ten minutes later, the phone rang and guess what..it was my wife's fucking voice! I was stunned and didn't know what to say but I tried to alter my voice and asked her if we could meet somewhere for a little fun! She told me the usual story, that she was an escort but any thing else (sex) could be arranged between us..(you know the usual disclaimers that escorts use).We arranged for a meeting at a hotel here in town later that night but I knew if she saw me, she would freak out and. She would scream "Fuck me you motherfucker, fuck me right there".I jerked off to the sounds of her, fantasizing me being the one she was fucking.After my dad left, she went out.I did not see her again until the next night. She came home all drunk and drugged up, looking like a total mess.I asked her if everything was ok, she looked at me me pure hatred in her eyes and asked " What the fuck is it to you"My head bowed in shame. I did not know how or if to reply.She said: why the fuck are you not.