I-I dont think we should be doing this. I finally blurted out in between him twirling his tongue expertly around my nipples. Yeah, well you have no c...oice, after all you made this happen, now you have to deal with it. He was pointing at his erection. He continued groping me, Im tired of chicks not taking responsibility for their actions. What? Its not my fault you got an erection. I said angrily, trying to push him away. Oh really? he whispered, putting his hand on my pussy. Youre the one. Finally, she'd managed to cum by thinking about Steve taking Jennifer from behind, bent over her desk; and even then, she was only able to come when she became Steve in her mind's eye. As the days went by, her obsession with women grew, and her fantasies expanded to include others: like cute little Amy at work, or that waitress with the ass.Her fantasies of Jennifer were still prevalent. At times she'd lay back with her legs spread wide and her vibrator moving up and down her slit as she saw. I too among them to visit his house such times. On one occasion, while I was in his house I saw him half-nude in drunken position. His cock was just like a black cobra sleeping. I could not able to shift my eyes from that sight. On that, night I could not slept thinking the scene. On one day, I saw him on the road walking to his house. While I was going to office. I stopped my bike and introduced myself as the employee of that company and asked him to get in. he was in sorrow mood and not shown. I could see him tentatively edging around the bushes as we entered another clump of trees and bushes. I looked over my shoulder at Theresa but she seemed to be oblivious to the presence of the man and was paying more attention to where she was walking than looking around. As we entered the bushes I dropped the blanket and spread it around as she looked puzzled as to why we had stopped. I turned to face her standing sideways on to where I believed the man would be and unzipping my fly I took out.