I don't even go limp. I continue banging her and she's banging me. I lay her down on her side and proceed to fuck her from behind on our sides. I lift...up her leg so that I can get even further into her. She moans and I feel her cum again.At this point, I guess the husband got tired of clicking away and he comes over and puts his cock in her mouth. She's gyrating her hips with me and sucking on her husband's cock. We go at this for several more mintues and then I see him arch his back and he. Since I had only two more days, counting tomorrow, Iwanted to wear as much clothes as my secret sweetheart had.I had breakfast in my mother's night gown. She left for work and Islipped into a tee shirt and jeans and practically ran to Mary's housecompletely forgetting my lunch which I had been bringing all week.I thought that since time was running out I would get into some of herfancier dresses. I had seen this one dress that I loved, it was so pretty. It was allwhite lace and short with one. A man was shown threatening to jump from the Brooklyn Bridge. The blonde bet the redhead $50 that he wouldn’t jump, and the redhead replied, “I’ll take that bet!”Anyway, sure enough, he jumped, so the blonde gave the redhead the $50 she owed. The redhead said “I can’t take this, you’re my friend”. The blonde said “No! A bet’s a bet”.So the redhead said “Listen, I have to admit, I saw this on the 5 O’clock news, so I can’t take your money”.The blonde replied “well, so did I, but I never thought. " Sure you would," she said, meaning I would say anything to get in her panties. "But, would you write my story." Sure, I could write it, but you have to understand. In order for people to want to read it, and I mean lots of people, it would have to be different. Nobody wants to read about a guy and a girl meeting at a bar and going home for a quick fuck. And we haven't known each other long enough to write a piece where we poke fun at one another and do cutesy relationship things, before.