My question whether she liked it or not made her next response.. "Of course I find it delicious but after 2 weeks I’ve got the right to be fucked by...that cock of you so no excuses and bang your pussy .. right now!"What was I supposed to do here?! Still on her stomach while she brought up her butt a bit, I moved my rod in her jizzy wet cave. Sometimes you make yourself so crazy in the head (and that’s exectly what I had done) I already after about 8 strokes came in her hot pussy and, she very. ..least you're not the others," I admitted and thanked in a halfmutter as I pondered the wimpy pretty-faced nerd. Suddenly I was bitter.Bitter that not so much that Camellia wasn't a entity or was a slysubterfuge, but bitter because of all the great times we had and how much Isighed at my luck indulging in her company and beauty and our quiet timesthe park and the thrill of movies and the fluffy elegance of parties. All that was now gone--no, not really. It happened. It was real.. We had been married nineteen years, and she was still as beautiful and sexy as when we were married. Her name is Hope. Hope said to me at the breakfast table one Saturday morning, "Have you heard of the 'Wild Oaks Project'?" "I said, "Can't say that I have. What is it?" "There's this California woman, Robin, who is about our age and married the same as us. She left her husband, moved into a San Francisco apartment, joined an adult dating site, and got laid." I reacted as if it wasn't news.. I wanted to. Right there and then. Drop to my knees and draw those perfect pink petals of hers right between my lips. Lick her clean until she baptized me with her own life-juices. And i would have if my cock and balls weren't still handcuffed to the top rail between her thighs. I slid my still twitching and still highly erect cock out of her overflowing hole and i lowered her thighs gently. She eased her grip on the railing and lightly set her feet down in the giant slippery puddle we'd made..