It was nice doingsomething to further my own future; it was a taste of freedom and theexcitement of new things and the uncertainty of it had me jitter....I was leaning in the shade of a tree since it was warm for an early juneday and soon enough I saw a cute blond in a flowing day dress and barelegs heading my way. She waved when our eyes met."Hey jack, it's good to see you! How was your weekend?" She asked beamingwhen she walked up."Hey, ashley. It was good, but I kinda wish I had gone with you. He still stands there looking at me and I can see the lust in his eyes. It is the same lust the first time that we met in my house, when he fucked my mouth so hard, my throat was sore for two days afterwards.I find my voice "Yes, please come in"I stand to one side and he comes in and I can feel his power over me, it is almost physical. As I shut the door, he turns and looks again at me."You dress up well for a pantyhose slut" he says and I feel my femmecock twitch and my stomach unroll a. He had a caustic exterior, but underneath, he was a soft as pudding pie and he generally disliked treating any female with disrespect, even at those times when he was forced into that mode by a chain of circumstances.The poor schnook was on his third wife and was already looking for a replacement number four, because the stuck-up Ruth (third wife) refused to offer her mouth for anything other than stuffing it with candy or some of that Russian caviar that cost so much dough, even at. I felt her eyes imploring me to wake as I noticed the lightened room with my eyes still shut. When I did open them, they were met with the intent gaze of a lioness about to pounce. We kissed instead, with heavy petting involved. As with most sofa-beds, this one creaked with nearly any movement. When the creaking became too much for even us to ignore, we were fully in the throes of lustful passion.Afterwards, I checked on Grace and Chaz, both still dead asleep on my bed.“Rather than wait.