I think about what it would be like. And really... well, with you?I turned to face him. Although there was no moon, I could stil make out his face, an... saw what looked like a hint of fear there. The cat was now out of the bag, and there was no putting it back. One of my best friends, a man I truly cared about and loved like a brother, a man I thought was so handsome, had just told me he sometimes wonders what it would be like to to have sex with me. Not only that, but that he had never been. She was in her transparent yellow nightgown. I can see her black bra and panties. We both sat in the living room and chat for some time. I was very hard seeing her. She gave me the money and asked me to strip to my underwear. I felt like a gigolo when she told me that. She pinched my nipple and brought me to her room. I was enjoying the pleasure while seeing her round ass jiggle when she walks in front me.I was shocked when I saw my wife sitting there in her room and I was just in underwear. I. She looked deep into my eyes, as I looked into hers. She licked her lips, as she moved closer to me. I had never wanted her more. She moved towards me, as time began to slow down. Every second like a minute, and every minute like an hour. The cocaine was coursing through my veins, and my heart was pumping like there was no tomorrow. Blood was coursing through me, as was the coke. I moved my head towards her plump lips, as we collided at the start of the chorus of Thank You For The Venom by My. .................................During high school Lynne Nesser was quite promiscuous and had obtained the status as a slut among her peers. She was bright in academics but fell in with the wild crowd that partied a lot. She had lost her virginity in the back seat of a car during her freshman year. From then on, Lynne found that the itch between her thighs could only be put out by a good fuck.Lynne graduated from high school and went off to an exclusive college on an academic scholarship. She.