Youunderstand, bitch? Say, 'Yes Sir',"I immediately answered, "Yes Sir." This man was intimidating. I hadfollowed his direction so far anyway, includi...g jacking his dick sowhat the hell. I had no idea what he had planned, I figured he wasfixing to screw my wife and wanted to make sure I witnessed itfirsthand and with my full attention."Punk, I'm gonna give YOUR WIFE the fucking that she deserves. I'mgoing to wear that pussy out, you understand! A woman needs a realdick, not a toy like yours. In. Flat stomach and narrow waist. Good hips and chestnut brown hair at the junction of her thighs. Long legs she could only, even being a little humble, describe as fantastic. She spread her thighs and looked at her sex. The brown hair, luxuriant at the base of her belly, was sparse between her thighs and the lips shone pink and moist through the light covering of fuzz. She flexed her muscles, and saw how her mound shrugged. In the mirror, she watched herself dip her fingers into her moist. It’ll be past curfew by the time I get down town, so you needn’t worry. See you later.”Stephen stepped off the path into the road to let her pass. Fara looked at him as some sort of curious oddity. He knew his wife had to put up with a lot of comments from Phyllis and her friends because of the way she chose to live her life. They were too polite to use any of the popular terms of abuse for a woman with a regular husband. Even so he guessed that Fara would be aware of his circumstances. He. As the door closes I feel her fingers on my side, I turn to her and our lips meet. My heart is racing, I feel her soft tongue against mine, running my fingers through her hair and along her face. The seconds pass slowly, our bodies moving together as I trace her soft bottom lip with my tongue, her hands exploring my figure over my dress. As our lips part I feel myself quivering a bit, yearning for more. We smile at each other, fix our makeup in the mirror, and leave the bathroom to find you.