I was ready to get fucked after twenty days and my pussy was getting so wet for my boyfriend’s seven-inch cock. Through his jeans I could feel his c...ck which was really hard and ready to fuck me. I was going to ask him to get to my bedroom and fuck, but I couldn’t say that when his hands slipped up my skirt and started feeling the inside of my thighs. He was reaching for my pussy while his other hand was already on my tits and we were kissing each other. I thought to forget about the bedroom as. Her bottom wasn’t gross, after all. It was gorgeous and sensual, a delightful part of her of which she was proudest of all. The way that others admired it, as a beautiful part of a truly wonderful girl, it made her heart race as she contemplated the extent of their appreciation of her. She felt truly loved, admired, adored, and perhaps a bit humbled to know how they felt about her, these six fantastic people who cared about her so much. Did she really deserve that much admiration, that much. She began to kiss me, a little harder and with more purpose than last time. This isn't the Mischa I'm used to, she's more confident and lustful than before. Not that I minded, but what's going on? Maybe it's built up sexual frustration from my seven month absence. But it's not like she's had sex before to miss the feeling. She told me she wanted to finally make love to me when I returned, so I'm guessing she was acting on that promise. As if she were reading my mind, she whispered to me, "I'm. In other words she can't say no..I asked her why she had married me and she said she loves me and had hoped to change but that just hadn't been possible. Apparently she had even been to sex counselling but ended up being fucked by another member of the group.Mary was a pains to say how much she wanted me and that she hoped we could work it out..After 2 hours of talking we went to bed and all this talk of sex had made me horny. I fucked her and the thought that another man had been up her a few.