When they bring a gift it's because theyhave a guilty conscience. There isn't a man around who wouldn'tstray." "My Steve is different. He wouldn't st...ay. He is too much in lovewith me." "Are you sure? He doesn't go out by himself at all and disappearfor no apparent reason?" "The only place he goes is Wembley's Bar on Tuesday and Fridaynights. That's only four blocks away from our house. You might sayit's the neighborhood family bar." "Wembley's is only two blocks from my house. I have. As luck would have it, I was in a crowded bar a few weeks ago and decided to make one more walk around before I headed home. Much to my surprise, there was Pam sitting at a table by herself. She had just gotten divorced and moved back to town. She had lost some weight and looked fantastic. We chatted for a few minutes and then headed out to the dance floor. Pam pressed her voluptuous body against me as we swayed together. I reached around and cupped one of her huge breasts. She signaled her. He didn’t hesitate. He laid down on me and took my mouth again. He let one hand play and roll my nipples while the other went to my clit to rub in gentle circles. He slipped a finger in between my pussy lips, brought it back up to my clit and got it soaking wet.“Mmmmmm yes!“ I moaned and arched my hips. As I arched my hips he slid one finger so deep in me and started fingering me hard. He moaned. “You feel so fucking good. I can’t wait to get inside you. But I’m going to have to stretch you a. I was back at my home and my boyfriend was still fucking my mouth. My lips moved under pure memory and I was the servant of habit only. The bastard hadn’t even stopped fucking me, but there was nothing that I could do my muscles would not obey me. I know deep down in my heart that I would not have disobeyed him if he had asked me not to resist him, so I shouldn’t complain about his actions. On the other hand I know also that I was being truly and deeply harmed by the lack of oxygen that his.