Her fantasy includes her slapped around and gang-raped. She is so obsessed with her new carnal desire what ever it is, that at any one time she wants ...e to promise her over and over I will make it happen, while I'm fucking her. Oh! And she also stopped apologizing for what she is saying, and she is no longer saying it's a phase. She made me very horny and rock hard feeling her energy and passion, her extra sultry kisses and pleading bedroom eyes when she is talked this way. I started really. She wanted to feel the palms he'd roughed up on his old truck. The depth of her conversations with him had told her more about him than anyone she knew.Four long months had passed before this night. Exchanging emails, chatting on instant messengers, and even though they both lived in Las Vegas, they had yet to meet. He told her that he was only a bit worried about the reality not living up to the dream. She persisted though, and this night ... this cool October evening had been their first. "Uh oh, it usually means doom and gloom when a woman wants to talk. I wracked my brain trying to figure out what I had done wrong to warrant 'a talk'. Could it be my active sex life? Nah, I've been having sex with girls for months now and mom seemed okay with it. Maybe she is having second thoughts about Sarah and me sleeping together. I guessed I'd have to grin and bear whatever she has to say."Greg, you've been keeping a lot of girls happy for quite some time now, haven't you?" Well yeah, I. It was symbolic in a way as we looked at each other and smiled. Holding hands had been the emotional tether that had bound us together for the twenty years we had been married.I gave her a brief nod and smiled at her.She was free. Free to go anywhere she wanted and do anything she pleased.Heather took a step forward. Then another as we walked side by side down the steps until we reached the bottom and she held out her arms slowly turning on the spot. A gust of wind swirled around her as she.