I placed my dick at her pussy. What do you want.I need you to fuck me, fuck me hard.I slid my dick into her soaking wet pussy.Oh fuck Wendy moaned aga...n.I pulled my dick out and plunged it in her pussy. Over and over again I plunged my dick in her pussy. Every time Wendy would say oh fuck, give it to me harder.Wendy pulled her legs back and said take my ass. Fuck my ass, fuck it hard.I told her I don't think your ready for that.The fuck I'm not. When I talk to my si(s)ter, your wife and Anita. “Ahh, planning – this is as far as I got. I thought a quiet drink and see what happened next,” I answered. The waiter appeared with my wine, and he had thoughtfully brought your beer over as well. I kept my head down as I signed the bill, only daring to lift it again when I had the chilled glass of white wine in my hand. Then taking a sip, I looked at you. You were leaning back against your seat. One hand wrapped around your glass and the index finger of the other hand gently stroked your. I switched on my pc and looped a few rock songs to play, sat back in my chair, lit a cigarette and took a long drag. I was feeling really frustrated as me and Shweta used to have sex regularly and with her gone there was only masturbation that was left to do when I was high and seriously that didn’t satisfy me. But still masturbation became a habit and there were days when I did it for more then 3-4 times. I badly needed a pussy. I wasn’t interested in call girls and prostitutes as I needed to. A naked middle-age woman with a noticeable refined air about her approached Dean Steadman with a gentleman following close behind her. She spoke briefly with Dean and appeared to be thanking him for something. Mo also acknowledged the woman’s presence and greeted her briefly. Later, Matt would receive word that Dean had ‘befriended’ a very well-connected political figure from within the power structure of Vermont politics during this evening’s festivities within The Slave Traders.The ride back.