However, I kept coming back every weekend, and sometimes during the weekdays as well, as was now the case.A dreary, frustrating thursday at work left ...e screaming mad. As allways, I decided to battle my frustrations by putting on the most outrageous outfit I could find and go out. The other clubs downtown couldn't please me, however, so I ended up here again.With a small sigh I looked at myself in the mirror. I was leaning against the bar, wearing leather pants tied at the side, enveloping my. She took her boots and jacket too, then slipped out the door and changed in the darkness on the porch. The short skirt and tight blouse accented her full figure, and as she slipped into the leather she sighed with lust, appreciating Kevin's obsession with the stuff, and with seeing her in it.Then she drove off to set up a night neither she nor Kevin would ever forget.Two hours later, Melissa walked into the bedroom. She was wearing only the thigh-high boots and her leather jacket and she looked. Annabel ripped her eyes open as she reached her climax. Only a fraction of the built up lust over the past months had been satisfied. She wanted to hug Edward’s arm as he fingered her from behind. She wanted to spend all day in bed with him, indulging in their carnal lust. She wanted him to lie next to her, exhausted and basking in the afterglow of their furious love making. With an unsatisfied sigh, Annabel stood up, padded off the dirt from her long grey skirt and continued to walk. --- An. He loved her so, what would he do without her? Who was the man taking his wife away from him? Laying his head against her mound of love he let tears fall and mix with her juices. Her hands caressed his hair and pulled his head away to look at him. Concern mingled with the satisfied look. ‘What is it darling?’ she asked in a slightly musical voice. ‘Why, the tears?’ Unable to deal with the moment he shook his head and left her in the bedroom. Her taste was still on his lips, her musky scent.