“Ok,” she whispered, pulling me to her with her hands.The message was clear, and I slowly slid the rest of my hard shaft into her, revelling in ho... hot and tight she was. She moaned again as I filled her completely, my balls pressed against her ass.I paused again, letting her breathing settle down, before beginning to stroke my cock smoothly in and out of her body, slowly at first, but gradually increasing my speed and stroke.Soon I was sawing regularly in and out of Stephanie. She had her legs. And then there was the limousine fantasy two weeks ago. What an unmitigated disaster!She didn't even apologize. Heck she barely acknowledged that the evening happened. Every time he'd tried to talk to her about it, she frowned and changed the subject. Something was going on here that Darren wasn't happy with. One thing he was sure of, though, he was spending the night here alone. This would be the first time since they were married that he wouldn't be sleeping with his wife. Well, as long as. She tries to ignore it, to think of anything else, but the heat is so deep in her now, and to her dismay she can feel herself getting wet against her intruder. It almost seems to react to her wetness, pushing into her harder and deeper. She hates it, but it felt amazing. It hits every spot deep in her like it was made for her. Before long her pussy is drenching it, and it slams into her. She tightens her lips, desperate to not moan, to not like... this. But her pussy reacts. She knows what's. Probably the biggest casualty of the fight to stay solvent was the sex life that Candace and I had so enjoyed in our early years. Candace had a strong sex drive, but as I put in more and more hours to be more successful in meeting my family's needs, those hours began to sap my strength and I came home tired and beat. Candace would have sex every day if she could get it, but I was lucky if I could help her out two or three times a week. Candace began to masturbate regularly and I was glad.