Again, interesting…She kept staring at me and me at her for a few more seconds. I observe both amazement and satisfaction in her sweet face. Then,...she winked at me, blew me a kiss, giggled a bit more, closed the door and left.The stranger kept fucking me good for about ten more minutes. While his thick meat plow pounded my tattered rear, my hard crotch kept massaging pleasurably against the bed. Then, I sensed he was getting ready to unleash his raging essence inside me. I was ready. He. Spent a lot of time crying. More time playing. Did a recital. Dad actually showed up. Latest 'stepmom' looked like second runner-up in a Barbie lookalike contest. I guess she tried talking to me, but she was only ten years older than me, had zero skills not tied to her bra size. I can be standoffish.I had one friend in that house, Dad's Guatemalan housekeeper, Ysabela. Ysabela, of Indian ancestry, dark-eyed, plump, raven-haired, and speaker of excellent English. I hounded her for Spanish. I was. “Mmmmm!”His cock shaft throbbed right into my clit. Direct contact. Throbbing cock against pulsating clit.What an amazing way to experience how very much my husband truly loves me! And to know, to really genuinely know, with all of my heart, body, and soul, how completely and totally I love him, too.“Mmmm, I love my hot stud of a loving husband! Mmm, drilll me!”I could feel Ted’s balls against my pussy lips. I was so completely full of his rhythmically throbbing cock now.“Ohhhh, I have the best. I do get lonely sometimes." I know. I can see it in you. That's why I was surprised when you said you didn't want to have 'fun' anymore like we did that night. Are you sure it's you that doesn't want to? Or is something else inside stopping you?"Jerry can see where this is starting to go and his mind is working on how to end this once and for all. He starts thinking to himself, OK. This guy's not going to give up. What I told him last time isn't sinking in. I have to try something else. It.