It is like winning the lottery after having the woman of your dreams confess her love. How am I supposed to not have a smile on my face? How am I supp...sed to explain that to her?I’m forced to tell her a half-truth, “I’m used to dealing with change on my own. Unless you stick me in with a child molester, my life is about to get a lot better.”“That is a good attitude. Hopefully, we will be able to help you so that you will not have to deal with things on your own.”Believe it or not, that is all. She became such a real wild woman in bed that it wasn't uncommon for me to have to cry uncle when she fucked my cock into a state of total exhaustion. I didn't complain though because her antidote for reviving it was to tongue fuck my ass and then give me a fantastic blow job where she relished eating my cum.We also developed a continuing close friendship with Ingrid. We saw her on a regular basis to help her structure the scholarly paper that she hoped to publish about her work with Lydia and. She slid it down and under the triangle of material that covered Meg's womanhood. Sid gently spread Meg's labia lips open and inserted two fingers. "My, you are wet Meg. You are so soft and warm," she whispered, "You must like me almost as much as you like Steve," Sid chuckled softly. Sid had placed her body in such a way that should he look Jim could not see her fucking Meg."Oh God," Meg whispered in my ear between nibbles, "She's fucking both my holes and its driving me insane."With a groan. She was behind the door and closed it behind me when I was in. The hallway was nice and light, and I was blown away by how she looked (although I was maybe biased by my memories of her). She was wearing a white see through basque type thing and suspenders. She smelled unreal, the smell reminded me of a nice sweet caramel or something. She came and gave me a really nice deep kiss. This seemed to make my nerves vanish and my cock stiffen even more.She said to me “Shall we” as she led me to the.