I hurry out of the cab and make sure to walk to my neighbour's house until the cab is out of sight; last thing I need is some horny cab driver knowing...where I live...I stumble down the stairs to the basement door. It never locks anyway, so I push it open. I stand awkward for a moment in the little shed under the stairs before I slam the outside door shut and open the inner one with the key under the sheet of rock behind the outer door. I take off my shoes, my coat, throw down my purse and take. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Natalia, you’re ability to arouse me is like no other.” “Chris, save it …” I said. I was out of breath. Fucking my husband was a lot of work, mainly because I wanted to make love with him for hours. For unknown reasons, I wanted my time with him to last. “I want to fuck your ass!” Chris yelled. “Now?” Bob asked. “Yes. Now.” “You want to screw my wife's ass at the same time I'm screwing her twat?” I felt removed from the conversation, and I didn’t like it.. Still kissing open mouthed, Don's fingers found the source of heat between my legs. He fingered the soft mound of flesh at the end of the landing strip. He went on to find the area already moist and becoming rapidly much more so. His fingers gently traced the soft folds of flesh on either side of my slit, touching, prodding, kneading in slow circles.At last, he dropped his middle finger into my crevice, moving up and down, penetrating ever deeper into my warm folds of flesh. With a gentle push,. Her hand encircled my spent shaft as she spoke bringing me back to full attention. "Can you handle me as well as I can handle you?" She asked again. "I'll try, Miss," I said hoarsely. My cock was as hard as iron again. "You will do better than that," she said massaging me firmly. "Next time I want you to CANE ME. Hard! Understand?" "Yes, Miss," I whispered, delivering another load of sticky cream into her hand. It had been almost a week since that encounter and she just behaved as normal, not.