Yes, it was exactly what she needed; but who, and how; how could she get her loving husband to agree to something so contrary to his own personality?T...e who came to her like a flash of lightening when Carter became a new employee where she worked. He was tall, six-two at least, with a big pompadour of black hair like Elvis; he was younger than she, by seven or eight years at least; and she could tell the minute she saw him watching her that he was interested.When they first had lunch together. ..wait, don't answer that," he interjected, knowing that in his state of mind the last two years, it might not be too much of a stretch."I know you're not a psycho," responded Karen quickly. "I just know that you were madly, passionately in love with your perfect soul mate, so I understand why you feel like you do. But it's time to start living again," and she pulled Charles into another hug.They decided that they would leave Charles' SUV in the garage, and he took off his suit jacket and tie. Fast in, slow out, kiss,caress and fast in, slow out. With love and lust anddesire. But he had been thinking of a woman doing it to himand for him.Then, someone slammed into his ass, it disrupted hisexercise of precision.He felt lost. His thoughts wandered. I am a whore, lessthan more, a bore, I store, my come in my keep. He realizedhe was fading. To sleep, when he couldn't, he had madelimericks to himself, since he was a child. I'm a slut withan ass in my butt, but that is south and I have a. Moaning my delight I opened my mouth for her darting tongue and we french kissed passionately. With our lips locked lovingly I felt her hands reach behind me and grip at my tight skirt squeezing my pert arse cheeks. I returned her grip, running my hands along her pleated black skirt, delighting at the feel of her suspender straps beneath the swaying fabric."Oooohhh yes that's right my darling, feel my suspenders, I wear them for lesbianfucking, just as any pretty feminine girl should. I hope.