I climaxedpicturing him inside me. I found that I actually had memories with whichto base that fantasy on. We'd had sex five times before. I kept a sp...reset of clothes and toiletries at his place, though I refused to call himmy boyfriend."You can be my dude," I'd said. "Let's leave it there."Mostly because I wanted to option of pouncing on Joe if he was everavailable again.Second climax thinking about Joe.Joe?That can't be right. I hated that asshole. He must have had more than apower to alter. She seemed destined to suffer in silence.Nancy's one activity in which she found comfort was listening to music. She particularly liked the album 'Just Jimmy Reed', which her cousin had bought her on a trip to Chicago. She would listen to side one over and over, basking in the primal rhythms and sexual motifs while getting lost in the sound of Jimmy's deep, rich voice.One night, while lying on the bed naked, she began to cuddle up with her favorite blanket. It was a quilt her aunt made for her. He continued to fuck her hard for another few minutes before pulling his throbbing cock from her worn out pussy. Chris now had his cock pointed directly down at my wife’s ass and began to stroke hard on it. He gave his cock several hard strokes before it began to erupt. He shot several waves of cum all over her tender ass, while I watched from just a few feet away. She had lost all control of herself as she tried to regain her composure. Thirty minutes had passed and Chris and my wife began. Her lust was a new feeling for her and it felt like she was doing something wrong, but it felt so good too. She knew he wanted her and desired her. She slowly stroked him and he moaned softly. She knew he liked that and it felt so natural to her. Her hand moved a little faster as his moans continued. She decided that she had to see what happened to him as she stroked him. She got on her knees and moved her face closer to him. She felt a strong urge to kiss his hard cock and lowered her lips.