The early part of the evening went well and we got along just fine. We ordered and enjoyed a really good meal and sat for a long time, drinking coffee...and brandy, just enjoying each other’s company. After a while, the conversation drifted inevitably towards the real purpose of our meeting, just as I had hoped. “Tell me!” she asked me, seriously. “Are you always so dominant with women? Do you really enjoy it? Most of the men I’ve met have been the exact opposite.” I smiled. “Yes… to both your. Tanya was oblivious to my envy as well as my suspicions. "Absolutely," I answered as I noticed her robe was eschew. "So how was your day?" I asked as I tried not to be a jealous lover. If I were a man I would have been screaming a hundred questions by now but I wasn't and I was married; I had no right. She could see whomever she wanted or at least I tried to convince myself. "Oh it was hectic I didn't get home till like an hour ago and I took a nap," she said as she handed me the wine. "We. He was kissing me on my neck, shoulders, cleavage and then he took my boobs into his mouth. He was biting my nipples, squeezing the other with his hand. Gosh!! It was amazing. His other hand was finding its way into my pants. He was rubbing my pussy over my panty with his fingers. He then pulled my panty down to my foot. I removed his t-shirt. He made me lay down and started licking my pussy, fingering it at the same time. I was moaning very loudly but no one could hear us in the rain. He was. Sweat slides off from all over my body and splashes onto your quivering buttocks. I keeping fucking you like an enraged bull on and on. My iron endurance seems to have no limit, and as time goes on, the strength of my thrusts only seems to increase. You feel like you are being split into two by my invading manhood that is relentlessly violating your softness. “God make him cum.. please make him cum” you silently pray, as you endure my long deep penetration of your soft womanly core..