Dave was relieved. He wasn't sure how much control he could maintain on his driving while she sucked his cock. He turned off the vehicle, and they dis...ngaged. Vicky slid into his arms, and frenched his mouth, her lips were salty with his pre-cum. Dave fondled a firm boob with his juice wettened hand. Her nipple was stiff. She thrust her chest forward shamelessly to encourage his carresses of her aching nipples.She broke the kiss and said, "We can do this better inside, lover." They got out and. What I am saying? It has to be the loneliness talking. Shes married. Im not a lesbian. Still though, the thought of her taking me out to dinner, then making me&hellip, Curt reached the end of the current entry. He flipped the page, seeing his mother continuing. It has to be the loneliness. I just masturbated to thoughts of her. Truthfully, I prefer a cock. A big one. I need one in me&hellip,to remind me Im not gay. I wonder how often she and her husband have sex. I bet shes on top, always. Im. "Nothing but," he replied as they reached her office."And?" she set her purse on the desk and hung her woolen coat up on the coat tree. She wouldn't want to wear a fur to work. She felt if she did this, she might be making other women jealous of her all the more."Give me a little more time, please?" he practically begged."I didn't expect an answer so soon," she smiled, giving his hand a quick squeeze. "It's a hard decision to make. But I guarantee that you won't have any regrets with me. And I. ” “Yes Sir! Yes Sir! I want to be a good girl for you. I want to be a good girl…” I babbled. He quieted me with a gentle shush and a kiss on the lips. My body was still shaking when he reached up to undo the cuffs still holding my wrists above my head. He grabbed one of the flat pillows that fell into the crack between the bed and the wall and he tossed it onto the floor. He helped me to sit up before he pointed down to where the pillow landed. “Kneel.” I clambered off the bed, practically.