I listened. I was beginning to think that when Harold talked, I should listen, like that investment commercial years ago. He confessed he was nervous ...bout what just happened but wanted to show me something and he hoped he was correct about it. He was. He wanted to show me how much I really do need to be fucked. Now that I accepted it, I needed it. I arched my eyebrows and told him I wasn’t submissive if that’s where this was going. He laughed. No, I had proven that I wasn’t submissive when I. And a ring. A wedding band. I hadn't noticed before. I pulled the leash on my imagination, hard, reeling in the possibilities of the night. She must have seen the look on my face, and she followed my eyes to her hand. "Yeah, married." She said it nonchalantly. "Is that a problem for you?" "I don't know," I said cautiously. "Should I worry?" "No," she answered through a cloud of bluish smoke. Her voice was casual. She flicked the butt to the ground and ground it with a toe. "He knows where I am,. Her pussy was such a sight oily and smooth and neatly cut. Her legs were together as she seem to be a bit shy’s slowly kissed her knee and the ran my tongue on her thighs.Slowly I spread her legs and lie close to her pussy. Her skin was fair and soft and slowly with the tip of my nose I started rubbing her clit. It didn’t stink like normal pussy but it had a sweaty smell. It was erotic and I was dying to see it inside closely. Slowly I parted her pussy lips with my fingers. She was lying with. It was one of those non-productive reading sessions where you find yourself reading and re-reading the same paragraph over and over. My mind disappeared somewhere in ancient Cappadocia, the land of beautiful horses.I woke up with a knock on my door, and quickly extricated myself from a pile of books, wondering how long someone had been trying to get my attention. It was Sarah. She was wearing a peasant dress, and her feet were bare. Her braids hung behind her and she looked at me beseechingly.