I turned my head slowly. She was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, cupping her chin in both hands, watching me with bright blue eyes. ...��Hungry?” I was starving, “Sure.” She grinned, something about her smile sent my heart beating faster, “Let me just take a shower and I’ll make you something.” “Okay.” “You can go watch TV if you want.” She purred, getting off the bed and walking past me, brushing against my arm. When she had closed the bathroom door behind her I. My gaze drifted back up to the sway of her hips. The compulsion to touch her sharpened. I didn't understand how I could want sex again after the events of the previous day and that morning, but the desire was there. The thought of just touching her started getting me revved up and I was reminded once again of the dangers of my clothing.A door at the back of the store led to a hallway. There were several doorways covered by curtains. She pulled one open and stepped inside. When I looked in, she. “More likely chasing girls honey. Don’t you know?” John looked perplexed. “Know what exactly darling? You are so difficult to understand sometimes.” “Kiara is lesbian. Okay well maybe she’s bisexual. She did go out with that basketball player Craig last year.” John looked surprised. “Oh really?” He smirked a goofy guilty smirk. “Sorry baby. I guess sometimes I’m clueless. I feel like an idiot.” Philippa laughed a wife’s soft forgiving laugh. “Haven’t you noticed that blond girl she is always. " "I think I want to come," I moaned, throwing my head back onto his shoulder. "Please, make me come..." "How do you want it?" he asked, giving me a brief kiss on the lips. "With your dick inside me... And I want you to pound me as hard as you can while I'm coming," I whispered. "Got it," he nodded, and I felt his dick sliding inside me again. "Go slowly for now," I said. "I will tell you when to pound." He started fucking me slowly, and I reached down and put my fingers on my clit. Enjoying.