I rubbed the dildo, long ways in between her thighs and right over her pussy. I then withdrew back and shoved the dildo hard into Amanda. This made he... react even louder than at any other time and yet you could tell she still loved every minute of it all the same. I began to fuck her with the strap on; driving it forward faster and harder into Amanda’s pussy. Amanda was so wet by now that she was wetting the bed below her and was continuing to release sounds that told me that she didn't want me. They were both married but missing something that was impossible to get back, that a lot of couples lose and can never find again. They both knew that this wouldn’t mean anything for either of them, or so they thought. After the first beer, she started feeling giddy, as he held her face and kissed her deeply. She thought she would lose her breath, as his kiss lingered on and on. She couldn’t resist the temptation any longer to run her fingers through his dark short dark hair. His arms went. I had three sisters, one younger and two older and they tended to spendtime together in the ladies lounge, sewing, playing piano, harp anddiscussing fashions and planning their next shopping trip or ball.My mother was happily married, although my father tended to the viewthat children were to be seen but not heard, and he spent much of histime in his study or away on business and so was a remote figure frommy perspective. It was 1835 and my father was Earl of Cotswold so mymother was Countess. Well I knew that there were two chances I would ever see that money again (Little and None), But I humored her telling her that I would lend it to her if she would allow me to touch her titties. She always declined and said she was NOT THAT kind of girl. I just smiled at her and she left.2 days later I was just getting home when she pulled into my drive way in her boyfriends pick-up truck, I smiled at her and asked "What's up?" She told me she had reconsidered my offer, and she would let me.