" Carol experimented with a few fast strokes every so often. Stephen didn't object. "Pictures mostly," he then admitted. Carol smiled softly at his...reply. "Do you... do things for yourself when you're not with your husband?" Stephen then asked. He'd asked the question before his brain could tell him to stop. "No married any more. I have a sort of on-off boyfriend," she explained. Stephen gulped. Carol's response was swift and open. He'd almost expected her to be upset by the impertinence. That sound again of a hand running the length of a slippery cock. There are two hands on my cheeks so it must be your hand that’s taken hold of his cock. I groan as I feel something warm against my forbidden hole. Have you just guided a man’s cock to rest against your husband’s arse hole?It's warm. I can feel it pulsing in excitement. Your hands are once again rubbing my back and your lips are grazing my ear lobes as you whisper in my ear ‘You’ve got a cock head against your hole’. You ask me. As she watched, he put his finger in the waistband, held them directly over his face and lowered the crotch into his mouth. Almost immediately as he again took the huge cock in his hand and pumped, large gobs of come spouted on his stomach, some with force enough to hit his face. That night, as she lay in her bed, she couldn't get the image of what she saw earlier out of her mind. She had been fucked a few times by the high school quarterback, but his 7 inch seemed about half the size. “I don’t want a boyfriend.”“Every girl needs a boyfriend,” Tony stammered.“Not every girl,” Becky said with a giggle as she looked at Rosita and I.A few minutes later, LaToya, Rosita and I were sitting around the table in the girls’ administrative office. I had told them about Becky’s violent triumph in the Rumble, and what she did to Johnny Jennings, but I neglected to tell them about her nightly training sessions or why I was wearing my red dress earlier in the day. “What do we do with her?”.