‘Come sit by me, next to the fire,’ I said. She came over and I put my arm around her and we talked and laughed. Then I looked her in the eyes and...said, ‘you know I absolutely adore you, right?’ She smiled and said, ‘yes and I adore you, my dearest.’ I then kissed her. No other words could communicate how I felt about her at that moment. She felt so good in my arms as my hands caressed her body as if for the first time. Exploring tenderly her entire frame. My fingers gently gliding across. Bill and I "dated" about once a week for the next three months. I would tell my husband that I had to work late or was going out with the girls then would go and get my brains fucked out by Bill. He taught me how to suck cock and how to take it up the ass. We did it every position that Bill knew and a couple we made up ourselves. We did it in the car and in the back of a bar. It was wonderful and exciting. I had so many sweet orgasms but I wished my husband would give me just one. I tried to. " I answered. "You want me to fuck you like hard and messy?" Yes!" she whispered. "Now!"That's all I needed to get going. I had her take off all her clothes. I told her I wanted to rub my dick on her face, as a warm up, so I positioned her at the end of the couch and did just that. I was enjoying it so much, even allowing myself to let my balls sc**** against her mouth. I always wanted to "face fuck" a nasty girl. What a pleasure it was Ginger!I told her to lick the head of my dick. Lick it. “Ugh!” Morgan said, showing you a page from a the “Vogue” magazine. “I hate Katy Perry,” she said showing you the picture. “She is so trashy with all her skirts, and showing her tits everywhere”. She spoke in a low and raspy voice. It sounded like she smoked fifteen cigarettes the day before. You nodded, sipping your beer. You were horny as hell. Even though she paid attention to you now, the sex still wasn’t there. To be honest, Morgan had been feeling under the weather.She had gone to see the.