She moaned with pleasure when I got to her waist. “Lower,” she told me. I kept going lower, lower, as low as I could go. She pulled the back o... her panties down.“Massage my ass, will you?” I continued in the same motion I had been going in. I massaged her ass, and sometimes I spread her cheeks to steal a glimpse at her tight, pink asshole. Once, my hand slipped off her cheek and my finger slid into her asshole because her entire back was coated in oil, and whatever was dripping off if. As my mind raced I discovered that not only could I have truly fallen for Jack had I not ruined it, I had simply settled for Greg. Yeah he was good in bed but he wasn’t that great at anything else got to do with me. I spent the whole of the next day kicking myself and staring at the phone. I knew it wasn’t likely that Jack was going to call, but at the same time I couldn’t give up hoping. I lay on the couch where Jack and I made love and brought myself to an orgasm just thinking about what had. Jason had drank so much he had passed out on one the couches. She left the kitchen to find a bathroom but it was already occupied. Desperate to relieve herself she headed upstairs to find another. She located one that was attached to the master bedroom. Afterwards she exited the bathroom into the darkened bedroom but almost jumped when she was surprised to see someone standing at the doorway facing into the room.“Brad? What do you want?”Brad walked in and closed the door behind him.“I want you. " I lifted her chin with my hand and said, "I want you." She sobbed against my chest. I excused myself to shower and as I bathed I pondered that exchange, wondering if being wanted was her whole motivation. I briefly considered what neglect she must be going through married to that dickhead but then I decided I didn't care. When I came out she was standing demurely in the middle of the living room, just waiting. I considered her expression, her eyes were wide, her mouth was closed but.