After all shedid ask for it.After that we both took a nap and got up a couple ofhours later and showered and ate a couple ofsandwiches. I felt great. ... felt better than I feltafter fucking her mother and napping. I felt like I wasKing of the Whole Wide World.While we ate we talked about sex naturally, but alsoother things like her mother and her father andboyfriends. She was mad at her father for not wantingto take her when he was supposed to and for not beingthere for her today. She disliked. I was always having them dominate me and cum inside me, or on me. They fucked me in all holes, but most of them liked to fuck my ass since usually their prissy wives wouldn’t let them do their own backdoor. I felt really good while it was happening, but dirty and used when I had to go back home to my husband, who was completely unaware of my secret life as a dirty whore slut wife.Then two weeks ago John called me to come over. He and Penny told me that he was being transferred to Houston for. We know that much is real. So why go to that much trouble unless you want authentic? Supposed two hundred year old laser printed treasure maps are not quite authentic. I think there is a hidden message on that parchment or a map in invisible ink or something. On the other hand, with what I have learned about Marie's dad, it might be some sort of big con he started and then died before he could finish it."He was my captain and a damned fine officer. Yesterday I learned he was on the run from the. Make me feel like a slut!”I certainly never envisioned this lovely woman talking to me like she was a slut taking every man's cock at a party. But, if a little roleplay is what she wants, I’ll give it to her.“Are you ready for my cum, slut?” I asked. Becca began to speak but the sudden rush of cum entering her pussy stopped any comment she had. Her eyes grew wide. With her legs still wrapped around my waist, Becca used them to pull me as close to her as I could possibly be. I kept.