Our rhythm was perfect. She clinched when I thrust. The clutching and thrusting was getting faster. “Bobby, I am about to cum.” I gasped out. “...hen I do, you will have a huge orgasm.” I did and she did. The clutching became a vice grip and she screamed noises. I shot into her. Her cunt was gripping my cock and keeping it inside of her. I felt myself getting hard again. “Bobby, wake up.” She opened her eyes and looked up at me. She started to scream, “Oh my god, what did you do to me!” She. A couple of times I thought he actually noticed me checking him out! We will just call him G. He is older now and his hair longer but still curly and has a mustache. He now has a hairy chest, I guess he no longer is on a swim team.Now as we were kissing he was pressing into me harder and faster, which I responded in the same manner. We ground like that for a long time. Then he and I entwined our fingers and started stroking out dicks together. He was a slim 9 inch compared to my thicker 8 inch,. At the time I was forty-eight years old. I was 5’5” and fit with 36d breasts. I worked out three days a week to stay fit for my husband. My husband had to leave early for a business emergency. He told me to stay and enjoy myself. I did one hell of a job working on my tan. The beaches were topless, so I had no tan lines above the waist.One evening, or actually morning, at 2am, I couldn’t sleep so I went to a hot tub. The bars were closed so I took a bottle of tequila from my room with a salt. "Nothing so crude and so quick. Vengeance, to be effective, must be done with subtle cruelty so that the victim suffers over a long period of time, so that you may enjoy his writhings and twistings and his cries for mercy before the final moment when you tire of the sport and dispatch him to meet his gods. That is the Oriental way."She nodded. "I see what you mean. But how do I go about it? A slow poison perhaps?" No. Mental torture is the best. You must destroy his image of himself and the one.