Then I heard a knocking on door, standing up I walked over to answer and thought to myself what if it’s her. Well to my surprise, it was. She rushed...into my arms crying and sobbing. I couldn’t understand her, but just held her in my arms. I lead her over to the couch and sat her down. I could see the trails of her tears from her running make-up and didn’t know what to do. I just held her close and listened to her cry about what a jerk he was and how he figured out what we had done the night. "I slid back into her. "How about like this?" I gave my buried prod a muscular lift and plunged in lustfully."Good God," she gasped. "No, but do it again. It's that damn girl, the one my mother's friend wished on us when she ran off with some big-muscled ironmaker." What about her?" I began a series of extra-long spikings, and she bent her back to take each one even deeper, gritting her teeth at me and showing who could do it better and longer."She gone man-crazy. And worse than that, she's a. “Liz, let me rub against you on the outside; we can hump and see if I can get off that way. It would be almost like I was inside you.”I smiled. “That sounds nice. I think I would like that too.”Gary climbed between my legs again, only this time, his penis was up between us, and resting on my vulva, instead of seeking entrance to my vagina. I like the feel of his rigid shaft on my erect clitoris as Gary began to grind into me. I liked it a lot.He leaned forward and kissed me, parting my lips. Seriously speaking I had no feelings towards him. But it happened that he became friends with me and we used to talk when we bump into each other.He was like a guide who taught me how to live life and some art of living as well. What I learned from him was he was a widower and did not have any children to look after. He was a middle class man with a decent salary. His wife passed away 8 years back and he had moved on after her demise. We both became very close to each other and started to watch.