He turned off the engine and turned to look at Jeff. She flinched under his gaze. She was so small and weak now that she would be totally unable to st...p him from doing anything he wanted to with her."Quince told me to take you out and get rid of you. Your cop buddies would just think you're another dead whore, if they ever found you out here." His tone of voice was very matter of fact and Jeff had no doubts he was being serious. "You make a good piece of ass, Jeff. The way you enjoyed me. God he was hot, a little taller than me, about six foot two, lean but with a muscular surfer boy body, brown hair and blue eyes. Just looking at him made me re-evaluate my own sexuality. I’d always considered myself more or less bi, but I wanted to strip Kurt, lay him on my bed and lick every inch of his tanned surfer body. I've sucked off enough guys to know who is mostly straight and who isn't and this guy Kurt was definitely straight. Weak kneed I led him to the bedroom. As we walked down. We have to two c***dren who now are away at college. It was hard to raise two c***dren and keep our marriage a happy one. Lucky for us that both of us love sex! Even when we went through some rough spots, we still managed to make love. Or at times fuck each other hard. It was our outlet for our frustrations. Sometime when things got real heated, we would fuck each other like it was no tomorrow. One time during a heated argument, Jim turned me around, lifted my skirt, leaned me over the kitchen. Most days I would be totally naked. Opening my legs and running woodland treats along my pussy lips, I would tease my clit with a smooth stalk. I wanted that feeling everyone else had, I wanted to come. Yet, every time I’d think I was approaching orgasm, I’d get scared and stop. Obviously, I was still a virgin and, truthfully, I really wasn’t sure what I was feeling. It was all new to me. That said, I’m not sure why I didn’t carry on to enjoy the ultimate sensation when it was getting harder.