Mary: wondering what?Me: How can you be satisfied with a single man for such a long time?Mary: I just want to share my feelings, nothing else. Maybe i... I like that person, I might have sex with him, no harm in it.Me: Hmm I see. If you want, you can share it with me.Mary: Are you sure?? Can I trust you?Me: It’s your call.Later that night, we both exchanged our numbers and I started chatting with her via WhatsApp. We spoke a lot of stuff, about life, romance, loyalty, and sex. She badly wanted. Sure you wa... want t... t... to do thi... this Mrs. Smi... Smith?"Okay, I stutter when I get nervous and at that moment, my heart was racing faster than Lewis Hamilton's Formula One car."Oh, no need for the working class hero modesty, Tom. I think you may call me Angela," she whispered huskily, her fingers urgently squeezing my engorged manhood. "And I've been thinking about this all day."My eyebrows shot up so high, I could have used them to paint the ceiling. Angela didn't seem at all phased. Along the way they came across a baseball bat wielding gangnamed the Baseball Furies, and it was then that everything changed for me.* Running. I'm not at home anymore, I'm being chased through a town in thedead of night. My feet hurt, my stomach aches from running so far and sohard, but I can't stop or they'll catch me. Behind me are five or morepeople with bats and knives, if they catch me I'm dead meat. I pass alarge shop window and see myself reflected in it, and I'm a male! I didn'tsee my. I sucked her clit as she deep-throated my cock and we both moaned into the other's sex.I drank her nectar, sweet and spicy, as she bobbed her head on my dick. She would bob rapidly a few times, then deep-throat me, her throat constricting tightly about my cock as her lips kissed my pubic hair, before sliding up and starting over. I sucked on her clit, sliding two fingers into her wet, sucking pussy, wiggling and fucking my fingers into her, searching for her G-Spot. When I found it, she bucked.