Hannah just let out a giggle “you’ve had your dinner” and began to dry her long brown hair with the towel that was previously wrapped around her...waist. Jack had taken a special interest in her today there was something strange about her, an aroma. He lay on the bed his eyes fixed on her tight virgin pussy still soaking wet before moving forward slowly putting his nose in her crotch. “woah!” she stepped backwards “nah-ah not for you” she smiled again and walked over to a chest of drawn in the. I continued downstairs, a little light headed and giddy, the prospect of sharing another mans body, naked and hard for me to enjoy, not to mention the final act of sex, put a knot deep in my tummy, I was horny and in the mood, and only feeling Tommy's hard cock inside me moving in and out to encourage his ejaculation, would suffice, and my hope was that Tommy was as keen to fuck me as I him.The fact my husband was in the same house as was our marriage certification, meant nothing to me at that. Liam and I have been friends since seventh grade, too. He and Maddie are my best friends in the whole world. You rarely see one of us without the other. The problem is that I decided to fall in love with him. I have always thought he was a good-looking guy. Okay, that’s an understatement—with his dark hair, blue eyes, and perfect body, he could be cast in the role of Superman. Growing up, I always knew he was a great catch for any girl lucky enough to be on his radar. But never me. For. I could read, I had time on the buses and planes, in the motels at odd hours, and I could write. Study was my yoga. I liked some poets, but I particularly liked the American novels of the 1950s and 1960s–Styron was my favorite. I read his books between Wilmington and Winston-Salem and every other place in the Carolina League. (I remember a game between the Blue Rocks and the Mudcats and…) Oh, I studied between some of the cities in the American League, too. His books were more than people.