"Christina, this is Gunnar Christian Lindberg, my Dad," Abel announced."Not anymore, I'm not. I've figured out enough to know that you're no son of mi...e. I wonder if you're even of my seed. That tramp of a mother of yours has obviously been unfaithful to me," Gunnar invaded his wife's personal space, raising his hand as if to strike her."Once again, Gunnar, you haven't been listening. If you had, you'd know that Kelly and I never actually slept together. I've never slept with any man but you. I was 29 then and my wife Jane 28. Married for 7 years with no k**s we had a very good sex life. Like a lot guys here I often fantasized about her with another guy. Don’t ask me why, it was just something that turned me on. For a long time I kept it hidden but one night after a few drinks and while we were in bed I brought the subject up while we made love and she got quite into it. It soon became a regular fantasy. I was on a business trip and my wife was to join me for the weekend. I. He did not want to go, but I told him he had no choice; it was in the rules and that was all there was to it.The driver and the holdup man had both been ejected through the front windshield onto the hood of the old Impala they had stolen. That blocked the intersection and then the 20 police cars responding to the hold-up alarm just closed down everything. That happened at a few minutes before 8 AM.The Frost Borough group was only miles from the college. They had arrived at BWI at 6:30. They had. She returned his kiss and found herself taking his buttocks in her hands and squeezing, finding them firm inside their denim. She felt the warmth of his cock against her as, encouraged, he parted her lips and met her tongue with his.He slid his hands under the towels and picked her up by her ass, she wrapped her legs around his torso as the towels fell to the ground, leaving her naked with her long dark wet hair dripping over his shoulders. She felt her pussy, dripping with desire, rub against.