Its bare head, the golden curls around its base, his thighs, are lightly coated with the dried traces of left over lust. I lie on my side and gaze at ...im for a while, reliving the events of the previous night.What is it with me? What am I? Have I no morals, no shame? I search deep within myself. I can discern no trace of the shame, the disgust I believe I should be feeling. Is it love I feel for this "friend", or only lust?He is radiant, gleaming.Gently so as not to wake him I let my hands. Just mind your manners and do what you learned and everything willbe just fine. You may even get to enjoy this."The terrified 'girl' stepped out of the vehicle, unsteady on her 6 inchheels. Her face was a painted mask: heavy foundation covered her faceand neck. Her eyebrows were thin penciled lines, arched and feminine.Her lips, full and puffy were painted with the brightest Ferrari red.Heavy lashes were glued on with a broad liner framing her eyes; thebright blue and purple shadow giving her a. His wife just stopped caring. Maybe he got out of shape, maybe the change took her appetite for sex, who knows, but he wasn't happy. He described his ideal scenario as 'lots of kissing, caressing and a lot of foreplay" as he really enjoyed it. That sounded perfect for me, so we set it up. I asked for any personal requests, with a general description of myself, because some guys want me in black lingerie, some like white, one guy wanted me in jeans and my sorority sweatshirt, it's all up to them. I want you to fuck me hard."20 minutes later she was undoing my jeans. Her large eyes looked up at me as she pulled out my cock, which was hard already. She took a firm grip and began to stroke it slowly as she said "I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I haven't had sex in 3 months and a guy has never made me cum before. I'll do anything you want as long as you get me off as well. I want to be treated like a dirty little slut. You understand?" I nodded and she said "What do you want me to.