But you are so fucking kinky; I can’t even imagine getting off as well with any other guy. What really upsets me is that I only get to fuck you lik... four or five times a year, because we live so far away.”By now, I was running my fingers along the edge of her thong, and moving one finger up and down her already wet slit through the flimsy silk material. Beth had both hands underneath her half-shirt, absent-mindedly fondling her proud titties. “What color is your thong today?” I asked her. . We were done, the two of us... It was almost sad... Mindy mighthave ended up being the stallion-stud that day he had never been in hiswhole life... Just given the chance who knows how he might haveperformed... We?ll never know... And, to be honest, I really wasn?ttrying to add to the poor girl?s distress as I heard her whimper. Isimply needed to get upstairs to a real man and get fucked, I mean reallyfucked!?But I had one more task to perform before leaving. I couldn?t ignore thebreakdown in. ’ Vic’s wife plumps the pillows to prop up his newborn-baby-red head. Her muffled chuckle tells me it’s a well-worn sentiment, her warm smile says it’s not one she’ll tire of any time soon. I am ashamed of the quick hit of envy that runs through me, as I survey the ease and love between them. These are good deserving people. Years of shared struggle have pumiced them to this soft oneness. The past seven months — the greatest joint hardship they’re ever likely to face — a testament to their. ’ ‘How will I be able to recognize him? Can I assume he will not have muddy paws and be panting after me like that lunatic in that one short story?’ She was recalling a story we had enjoyed together. Our discussions, sometimes at considerable depth and detail, of the short stories we read together were such that in our casual conversation we could make reference to many incidents with just a word or two and know that the other would pick up immediately. We pushed on and I explained some more of.