The store was just around from the apartment complex we lived in at the time. I noticed she had a skirt on when she left. I was sleepy, laying aroun... on the couch, and dozed off after she left.I heard her when she came back in. I had lost track of the time she had been gone. Waking up, I noticed she was smiling, and she said "Terry was down at the store. He pulled up right after me and walked over to my car and looked in and said 'What you doin' with that little skirt on, Honey?'" Janet. She was so frequently pumped full of cum that she was constantly lubricated, ready for whatever cock wanted to take her next.Her tattoos had been slowly growing in number - she was up to number eight now, which meant that next time she got inked, she’d have to find nine men that she could service. Her eighth tattoo was a fierce dragon, with a ferocious look on its face, and a huge, fiery, threatening cock. It was aiming it toward a young fairy that looked like a combination of Annie and her. He gets to fuck me on Sundays, holidays, and special ones like his birthday. Otherwise my pussy is for business purposes. Well, that’s what I tell him. Occasional dick-dippings of long-time friends happen during the week when my schedule and opportunity permit.My girlfriend chats with me from time to time. She thinks I’m being mean to my husband. So I asked her, did she want to be “un-mean” to him during the week? It was OK by me. Just limit it so he’s still eager to do what I want. She could. I push off you and start to walk towards the bedroom. Swaying my hips back and forth as I look back at you and wink. You start to follow me. Taking off your clothes article by article. Until you are completely naked, letting your hard cock lead you to me. Leaving a trail of clothes in your wake. When you get to the bedroom I'm already on the bed. You see my bra hanging from one of the bed posts and my panties dangling from another. You grab my panties, feeling that they are wet from you.