Her cute accent, her way of cutting through the world’s bullshit like a hot knife through butter.She was so genuine, so honest, so true to her belie...s. We could have- should have- spent the rest of our lives together laughing at the joke that was the world. I was ready to give up the charade of not wanting to be with her all the time when we met up in Wichita. That’s the reason I asked her to marry me. I believe, to this day, that she ran because of the sex we had- and misinterpreting my. Now she is not living with us and I use to visit her sometime alone sometime with my wife and whenever we time we use to touch each other to get ourself charged. One day I called her and she said that she was thinking about me. I also told her that yesterday when I was having sex with my wife I was feeling that I am fucking her. I got stand up in my pant and she also told me that I am getting wet. I told her I want to make her dry. Then without wasting any time I went to her house. She was. She held his head in her hands and took turns moving him back and forth between the tits. She felt his tongue lick her nipples as he sucked and her pussy was getting wet. She undid his tie and then unbuttoned his shirt and began to rub his chest. She felt him suck harder and lick more. Her hand then went down and rubbed across his stomach as she heard him moan. She rubbed his stomach more than began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. She put her hand inside his trousers and grabbed his. Karen let out a short laugh and clapped her hands for me.- That was cool! She admittedI thought I’d just give her an extended show, started wanking my cock slowly, as if I was squeezing out the last drops.- Stop it! Karen said. I want to try that!I was stunned. Karen just stretched out her hand, took a firm grip round my pulsating cock and started wanking back and forth, hesitantly at first but soon she was got the hang of it. - Hey Trev, it is real big and hard! And burning hot! What’s gonna.