Rather than standing at the restaurant entrance, she sat at the bar to wait for him. It was her idea to meet for a quick lunch, then the two of them w...uld speed off to a motel for an afternoon of getting reacquainted. Tom, her husband is fifteen years older then her twenty- six, and lately has been spending a lot of time away from home. Either on business trips, working late at night, or spending time at sporting events with their five-year-old son.Sandy planed this afternoon for over a week.. She also liked threesomes with a second Male though never seemed to enjoy that as much as with a female. As I enjoyed the feel of her pussy on my stiff prick I recalled how tight she,d been just a few years previous but the quest for more pleasure costs a price and her loose pussy bore the cost. This very same woman had also once told me that she would never let another Male cock penetrate her, but that changed a few years later with my blessing. I,d fantasised having sex with her and another. " I tried to gauge his impressions."It's very important that I be invited back." Frank shrugged. "I never considered what my reaction might be. When it happened back in the marines, I felt unclean the next day . . . like I was infected." "You were afraid you'd turn gay?" He considered that. "Yeah, sort of." He crossed his legs atop the coffee table and crossed his arms behind his head. "Of course, that was then. Now I know that sexuality isn't as simple as it seemed then. Then, you were either. But I love Jonelle, she realized. I really do love her, in a way that I don't feel for Yvette. Oh god, Jonelle, why did you show up at that time? You told me you couldn't make it.She sat down and cried for an hour straight. She was desolate, filled with self-loathing and despair. I'll never see her. I'll never see her, never again! she moaned over and over to herself. But after a while it was impossible to feel any more pain. Bleary-eyed, she stumbled to the bathroom and washed her face.She.