She wanted this. She needed this. With a deep breath, she opened the door and headed inside. +++ Eric was enjoying the company of two good friends h... hadn’t seen in a while, Jake and Wes. They were busy recalling the events of last night’s partying when Eric leaned back in his chair a bit, then nearly fell out of it when he saw her. He caught her out of the corner of his eye, an apparition. Could it be true? Had she come? He figured the chances were slim because of the risk, so he had buried. I want him to fuck me so badly, to pop this overwhelming longing. I slowly look back at him and he is hard, twisting the legs of the tripod into place, carefully checking that it is level, and I am watching his strong, capable hands and I want him to grip his hard cock and come over and give me that fat shaft. He caught my eye and smiled with that devilish, smoldering look in his eye. He’s going to make me wait. He’s going to make me beg for it. I’m just a mess down there, I know it. I don’t. She cooked like Bocuse, played piano like Paderewski. She ran her own business, established a charity that cured cancer. Cancer of the eyelid, that is, but it still looks good on a resume. Every one of her long red hairs was in its place. Her clothes were so expensive even their designer labels had designer labels. She made Martha Stewart feel inadequate. Why did she stoop to the Tank? "I have no secrets," she told the audience in the opening show. "She has a new book coming out," her critics. So, with my wife’s departure to Haryana, I was left alone with Rupa and our child. Naturally, kinky thoughts started running in my mind and I decided I would have to fuck Rupa to satisfy my infatuation with her. I started planning in my head. I knew if I got the courage Rupa would oblige to my demand as she had an air of a whore around her. I often felt she was sex hungry in the way she moved around the house and our colony, moving her huge ass in ways which would grow any man’s penis to.