As always, I hoped that this might be the guy who would do “it” for me.We finally parted, both of us doing some version of “whew!”“Baby, I c...uld enjoy those kisses all night. You’ve got some skills, and have I mentioned how nice your body is yet?” I just smiled and shook my head. “Well, it’s great. Your tits are magnificent,” he said, as he grabbed the hem of my faded Minnie Mouse tee shirt and pulled it up. I raised my arms. Off it came, exposing my thin, sheer, red half-cup bra overflowing. Our phone calls became different. I said often that I missed her and that the time without her was hard for me what really can be understood in two ways. So I couldn’t wait for the summer to come. Since I had spent nights over nights fantasizing about me hot mother I had started to adore her. I couldn’t wait to see and hug and kiss and feel her.The other thing that had happened in my first university year was that I had developed a strange and nasty obsession. One night, when I was working on. All I could do was type back go deeper to which he then replied I know have three fingers in your ass. I beg him to fuck my ass with his thick hard cock. Was this really happening ?? Yes it was happening & unbeknownst to me I had been so wrapped up in pleasing myself I didn't realize my husband was awake & sitting in the chair watching me. He proceeded to say to me don't stop now take every inch of his cock. I was so startled I didn't know what to say. Would he be angry or just as turned. "The army has a term for that kind of approach, Bunny. Perhaps you?veheard of it - pulling the pin on a shit grenade?"I nodded, the kind of term Corporal Hind would use referring to aninsurmountable problem one of us might have presented within acollapsing timeframe."Don?t take up counselling just yet, will you?" Is she okay?" Bruised? Do you love her?" I?ve never loved anybody the way I love her."She snorted, but smiled - murmured something about the passion of youth;I sighed at that, but.