They were fun, but those relationships were as shallow as their personalities. Compliments from guys like Paul were more meaningful. They weren't on a...singular mission to get in her pants--and it was always more satisfying when they did.Robin shook her head and backed off a step. What was she thinking? Satisfying to be with guys like Paul? It wasn't proper.Downstairs, Brandon went on and Robin couldn't help herself. "Paul, you've been crushing on her forever. She's way up there on a fucking. I could not explain it completely, but I needed to see him. “Oh mom would be sad huh,” he asked once again with a laugh. “Good thing I am here already.” I stood up from the couch and walked over to the window. Looking at towards the front of the house I saw his car. I wondered how long he had been here. “Where are you?” I asked, walking into the hallway and heading for the front door. I opened the door and stepped out onto the front porch, but he was no where to be seen. “Come find me,” he said. It was the first time we actually spent the night together.Tom, I love you so much, but like you don't want to give up Paul, I don't want to give up Annie. So, let's agree to forgive each other and go forward from here. I believe our sex lives are going to be better than ever. In fact I believe our whole relationship will be better for it.”My dick was hard again from listening to Marge and forming mental images of her and Annie having sex. I found that I had already forgiven her in my heart.. And she feels a strange combination of discomfort and satisfaction, as his mighty prong stuffs her pussy, fills her cunt, fills and stretches it as she settles down on him.And now, they are dancing and fucking as the other two stand there, swaying in time to the slow, sad music.As she feels the might, the power, the evil, driving force in that massive organ which has made a sleeve, a glove, a tight, perfect fit of her body.And she gets hotter and hotter, feeling her hot juices lubricating their.