The only sign of life is at Mr. P's house across the street; his garage door's open, and inside, the lights above his work area are on ... As she step... on to the sidewalk, he turns, spots her, and raises the piece of wood he's holding in mock salute."Sneaking out?"She freezes for a second, and then tries to cover it with a small laugh. "Uh, no, nothing so exciting. I ... I'm waiting for a letter, and thought I'd check the mail."She can walk to the neighborhood mailboxes around the corner,. “I don’t know the implication of all the possible terms, Harold, but if I can’t be a hotwife without being a wife… for me to move forward would that make me a slut?”I thrust my mouth over his cock for several minutes, stopped, kissed the head, and stood up with a hand stroking his cock. I looked him in the eyes as I backed to the bed, leading him by the cock. “I am happy with that. I am happy to be a slut and I will discover what the means for me. You, Harold … I want you to christen this new. First of all it’s a long ride, and second I always bring extra. I like to have company and I remember when I was hitching back in college. Go on, help yourself.?He rummaged through the cooler before selecting a bottle of Coke. ?Thank you, sir.? He opened the bottle and took a long drink. I turned my head and smiled into the window. He drank twice more before the powerful sedative began to take effect. I took the bottle and placed it into the holder.?I’ll bet your mother told you not to. Her moaning away as I lick at her lips and clit, round and round and round. She orgasms. I think for the first time ever. Because the way she arches her back and moans is completely unlike her. And she pushes me away, shivering. I smile up at her and grab one of the condoms.Fully wrapped, I ease myself into her. She's still pumped from the orgasm, so every touch is super-sensitive and she gasps as I slowly push myself inside. Her pussy pulsating around my cock with every tiny thrust. I don't.
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