At my own insistence I stopped poring over the pictures. Looking through the albums nightly was bordering on the morose. Even a few times a week seeme... obsessive. So I stopped myself. In fact, I hadn't looked at them since I'd met Dominique. By the time she moved in, I was debating whether to put them into storage. Memories and memorabilia were neatly boxed in the attic. I'd conceded the framed photographs. Her last two were packed away the morning Dominique had asked me out for a drink. But. I would have to remember this for later I thought resisting the urge to fuck my clit in and out of the tightness of the chair that was gripped around my clit."New right?" He asked. "Yes," I yelled back. "What?" He said pretending to not hear me to make yell louder. "Yes," I yelled. He loved making me yell yes and wanted to make me yell it over and over.Imagining it was his dick I was straddling instead of the chair right now. His dick started to grow harder and he risked letting it peak through. " He replied.I told him I could have a really good one here for him in a few minutes. Not a good one but a great piece of ass. Her name was Joyce and it was the bastard's wife.Billy said, "I won't rape a woman but if she is willing I am able."I called Joyce's cell phone and said, "Are you hot and ready? If so, I'm at the Motel 6 on 1-77 room 129, just walk in, I'll be waiting." I'm on my way." Joyce replied.I said, "Well, Billy, thank you for your help. Your woman will be here in about ten. Closed her eyes, and started to put her tongue inside my lips, and mouth and i was holding her tongue and chewing her lips…wow that was wonderful…Now one hand was holding from her back, one hand was on her left boob pressing on top of her dress and kissing her as she was sitting on my lap..That was awesome. Slowly i slid my hands inside her top and caught her breast on her slip. She was wearing a slip, tugged inside her skirt. i was pressing her both breasts together and also in turns, but.