For a few minutes, I let the thoughts run round and round in my mind.“Do you fantasise about her?” I eventually asked.“Penny!”“Do you?” I ...nsisted.There was a pause.“I mostly fantasise about you and your lovers, but I suppose sometimes I do think about her,” he admitted.“Huh!” I snorted, grossly unfairly given my own history.“But remember; whatever she and I did, it’s you I love,” he insisted.I rolled over and kissed him hard on the lips. Pete recoiled in surprise.“What was that for?” he asked. Her thoughts lingered there for a second or two, wondered how she had not died in a couple of situations over the years before a clear moment stepped in and she noticed her body tensing up, shivering slightly in the morning cold and the relaxed, almost silent moan escaping her lips before she let two fingers dive into the warm wetness of her pussy and the moment of clarity was gone again.Flashes of her current book projects and new ideas flew past her inner eye and she tried to hold onto them. Katrin, unser beider gute Freundin. Sie heißt nicht nur so ähnlich wie meine Frau, sie ist auch nur ein oder zwei Zentimeter größer und hat auch in etwa das gleiche Gewicht, ebenfalls rote aber etwas heller, etwas glattere und knapp schulterlange Haare. Die Pfunde sind bei ihr aber etwas anders verteilt - sie hat eher kleine Brüste, was sie ständig benörgelt, statt dessen einen sehr runden Hintern, einen "Entenpopo", wie sie immer sagt, den ich ganz toll finde. Katrin hat eine außrgewöhnlich. The drive home was a blur as the anger still took over inside. It was his parents fault. He hated them. Hated living in their house. Andrey listed everything he hated as he parked and entered through the back door to get to his room. His parents were asleep so he made it without any questions.In his room, he tore his clothes off and squeezed his cock. The screen on his computer came on when he bumped the desk. It showed a redhead being fucked in the ass by a big black guy. The sound was muted.