Too bad about the fucking rain.Hannelore looked like she'd just smelled an open sulfur deposit. Her nose was scrunched up with annoyance in that way h...r friends always made fun of; her eyes, hazel and swallow-tailed, rolled to the side as if in defiance of a rival storm god.Man... she had to walk home in this shit. And she didn't even have an umbrella.A sigh, a groan. No more beating around the bush. It was time to go. Hannelore hitched her purse securely onto her shoulder, gripped it, and. I followed and watched as she sucked his cock, fucked him, sucked him hard and fucked him a second time.I quietly left and later that night I came home to a lovey-dovey wife who told me that she had been horny all day thinking about me. She pulled me upstairs to the bedroom and then did her absolute best to fuck my eyes out. It was the first time I knowingly had sloppy seconds, but it wasn't the last. I never let her know that she had been discovered and life went on.No, I wasn't a guy who got. She turned on some music and began a stripping dance, which we vaguely remembered from a movie of Mata Hari. After she started flaring the second negligee, she scolded, “Why the fuck isn’t you playing with yourself? This time, let it spray and I’m going to lick it off. Think of that as practice for when the Others say it’s oral time.”With another urk, or several of them, her dance encouraged my explosion. I slept well.Sunday, September 2Today, I woke first with memories of immediate activity,. Yes, she and her boyfriend had been dating for a while, and he finally mentioned that he wanted to collar her and the very idea made her grow moist.She had been reading erotica and dreamt of this type of thing for a long time in secret.Packing her bags, she prepared to enter the luxurious mansion that looked foreboding and inviting at the same time. Once inside she was led to a dressing area to change into a sheer gown that was like a nightgown, white satin shoes were placed on her feet, and.