We sat in the bedroom as that was the only room with a working Ac. My wife insisted that we sit on a mat on the floor as she was scared that someone m...y spill a glass of whiskey on her bed and soak the cushions. Anyway, we sipped our drinks and chat about various things. Both my friend and me were wearing shorts and t-shirt, my wife was wearing a T-shirt and light short pajama which came somewhere between the knee and the ankle. We sat in a kind of semi-circle with my wife in the middle. Husband's cherish, may be even worship (LOL) and lovers, they fuck. Nasty as it sounds to some, that is the difference. Anyway, I didn't want to become a bitch but I did want to see Saul. I wanted to explore where that might go, whether Robert and I coul change. Saul bedded me. He bedded me on the first date, taking me back to his place and having me text Robert that I would be home around 10 am. The sex, well, it was explosive, so physical and so hard. There were moments when I thought I woul. "Please, stop! It hurts!" He shoved his cock deeper inside me. "NO! Stop!" The pain he was causing me to feel made him start shoving it harder inside my pussy and soon I started liking it. "Ah! Yes! Mr. Burkle! Oh, that feels good! I love your fat cock inside my pussy! AHHHH!" He smiled and fucked me even harder. "I knew you would. All dirty young sluts do. Say you're a dirty slut. Say it or I will stop fucking you!" "I'm dirty slut!" I said quickly. I didn't want him to stop fucking my. Then she drops her jaw in surprise.(Elizabeth)I see a substantial bulge forming in my father-in-law's underwear. "Um, Greg?"(Greg)"I'm sorry. I can't help it."(Elizabeth)I pull my hand from his shoulder. "Have you been with a woman since Lindsay died?"(Greg)"No."(Elizabeth)Damn. 7 years or more without sex. I feel so bad for him and want him to break from his depression. I want to help him, so I straighten my legs and roll onto my left side so that my entire body faces him. I reach my right.