They take care of anything but apparently **** fantasies are amongst their most popular, so popular that they often have a hard time finding enough me... to meet their demands. I was given a list of women, the one I chose looked a lot like the first girl I ever had crush on.Her name was Fifi, and she was a petite Asian woman in her mid twenties. She wouldn't have stood out to most people in a crowd, she wasn't busty, didn't have fantastic legs. She was really rather plain but she reminded me of a. She started to moan out seconds later as she felt his cock penetrate in between the aroused lips of her quivering pussy. He pushed a few inches of his cock into her and held it inside her for the next several seconds. My wife again made no attempt to stop him and he began to inch his big cock even deeper into her a minute later. Her moans began to radiate across the living room and her body was on fire. My cock was the only one she ever had until this very moment. This was a new experience for. Last time, Kate had almost hit me in the face with the door, albeitunintentionally. I remembered this little episode and stopped wellclear on the porch, smiling to myself. Sure enough, the door flung openand she came out. She walked up to me and pulled me into a warm hugstraight away, foregoing even saying hello first."Good to have you home, Mike," she said against my shoulder."Good to be home," I responded. "So, what's up? How are you doing?"She let go of me a little hesitantly. "As well as. Cheryl and Maggie became lifelong friends so Don would update me every now and then. But, it was like, that was just someone I used to know.Until today.The guilt crashed over me and threatened to drown me. Guilt for teasing and hurting Maggie. Guilt for not loving my wife like I should. Guilt for lying, cheating, being an adulterer, pretending to be a good person. What would assuage this guilt? What purpose would it serve to tell Jeanine now? None. It would just hurt her unnecessarily..