I wasn’t going to do anything, I’d let her be in control and just see where this went. After a few more minutes of kissing, she looked up at me. �...�You don’t like me?” She queried. “What?” I answered. “Where did that come from?” “Well, you haven’t tried anything.” “I all but threw myself at you in Nashville, and you didn’t make a move.”She said. “If that nightshirt were any thinner, I might as well have been naked.”“I just figured I wasn’t your type.” “Wren, honey.” I smiled. “I think you’re the. With one hand cupping his balls & the other working his solid shaft. I could feel the moisture at his tip through his jeans. I could feel his thighs spasm as I massaged him & wriggled my bum back into him.“Come you fucking whore”! He hissed, sucking at my neck, pinching my earlobe with his teeth.I worked him harder & harder, running my thumb across the tip of his cock. I knew he was close to orgasm, he was pounding hard against me. My hands slapped against my bum-cheeks. Forming a tunnel with. They both proceeded to enjoy a slow and leisurely fuck. After climaxing, John rolled off his wife and they both fell asleep.It was about 3:30 when Anita stirred herself and got up. She dressed quietly in jeans, a brassiere, and tee shirt, debating briefly about panties. Seeing her husband snoozing on the bed, she put them back in the dresser and smiled. John briefly woke as his wife opened the door to leave, but she simply crossed to his side, kissed him lightly on the lips, and covered him. Julia was kneeling beside the little box that was all that was left ofthe MAU, pressing her hand into the claw print."This was how it was when I found it. Only then, it opened up when Itouched it like this for a few seconds."And Julia. My mind flailed as it attempted to relieve myresponsibility, to make what had happened not my fault. Julia had donethis to me. What was it she said? She wished I could be a girl a littlelonger. Well, now I would be. Forever.She looked up at me. "Come on Mike!.