“Look Dorothy, your pussy is already so wet and you have not even touched it and I know, you are not only thinking about my cock but you seriously n...ed it, you want it’s stiffness in your pussy”. I said it as I stroked the full length of my big cock. “Let us stop the bull shit and get with it. I really want to taste your pussy again, Please”!“No, I do not want to fuck with you”. Dorothy answered in short and tried to get up but I quickly moved on to straddle her with my cock laying between her. Marge usually won three out of every four games we played and she was not the least bit hesitant about rubbing it in, but I enjoyed her company so I put up with the ridicule.It was a Monday night and Earl was on the road. Marge had invited me over for dinner and an evening of embarrassing me at the cribbage board and I walked in to find her dusting the top of her ceiling fan blades. She was standing on the top rung of a rickety ladder and when I walked into the room and said hi it startled her. He continued with a constant motion, stroke after stroke after stroke, holding her, stroking her till her legs, quivered, her body shook as it surged through her, the thumb, it’s touch so light, but yet, he held her, she bit her lip, moaning, jesus it was good. After holding her, ripples running through her, her breathing slowing, slightly, for, well, it must have been five minutes but it could have been less, in fact she couldn’t really care less, he lay her across the bed, lying on her back. .. and, I really like your spunk and the way you can talk the talk... “I’m not going to stand here, looking at your sexy body and try to sway you either way. This is your body and your life we’re talking about. Whatever decision you make now, will need to be the way you want to look the rest of your life.”“But you said I had all the time I need - to make that decision - did you not?”“Yes, and though you still do, I’m not going to give you my opinion until you decide for yourself. What I suggest.