I couldn't resist. I reached my arm around behind her and brushed the far side of her covered breast. My cock did a dance in my pants, but it didn't s...oot. I wasn't that close. I felt her move then. She looked up first and then at my invading hand. Then her head swiveled back and her eyes met mine."Oh honey, I have a terrible headache. Maybe we can do this another time." That said, she smiled, stood up, and walked away, up the stairs to her bedroom. I was the one who didn't move then. My mind. My lust was rising with each thrust of Daryl's penis I became more and more a****listics. Daryl was stroking my butt hole calling me his 'tight ass bitch.' I tried to fight the feeling that was building in my rectum but I could not fight it off any longer. I hunched back as forcefully as I could feeling Daryl meeting my upward thrust with his downward plunge. Before I could manage I was begging Daryl to 'fuck me like a bitch Daryl, fuck me good.' Daryl pushed my legs back to the mattress. Lovely voices can have an instant effect on my libido. So, it's all fixed; next Saturday morning, early. I don't know his name yet, but I'm curious to see him.If there's this much electricity over the phone, how will it be to meet him?By Friday, I am exhausted as usual. What I really need is a long lie-in, not anonymous workmen turning up at the crack of dawn. So I turn in even earlier than usual. But hell's bells! The knock at my door on Saturday is at 7am! This chap must be very enthusiastic,. April got up. “Something’s wrong,” she said. “I’ll go see what’s the matter.”“Do you want me to come, too?”“I’ll take care of it. You get your rest ... for your heart.”“What do you sense from her?”“Terror.” April slipped into her lightweight robe and tied the belt. “She probably had a bad dream. That’s what it usually is in the middle of the night.” April closed the bedroom door behind her.Ron lay on his back, his heart palpitations beginning to subside. Drowsiness overcame him and he closed.