She reached for my zipper and began taking off my pants. I sat down on the toilet lid and she began stroking my already hard cock. She stood up and to...k the thong from around her ankles and placed them in my hand. She turned around and sat on my hard cock, allowing it to go into her wet pussy. I placed my hands on her wonderful hips and she rode my cock. For about 5 minutes, she bounced up and down, faster and faster as time went by. I felt the cum rushing up but I contained it. She pulled me. I loved her long legs, her round ass. Those perky C cup breasts. There were rumors that she gave the most amazing blowjob. This had me intrigued, and I knew it was going to get me in trouble. Fast forward a few years later and we were still texting each other. Little flirting messages here and there. When one of us were really horny and feeling alone we would sext about “what If?” scenarios. What if she was in my bed and I was single? But I was not single and it was all talk. I assume she. "April scowled, trying to figure out what Rob was talking about. Then it hit her. "Oh, that? That was some decaf I bought for my mom a long time ago when she was visiting. Why the fuck did you drink decaf? Ugh!" Rob laughed, then said "Yea, that's what I was thinking: 'why the hell does she have decaf?' I didn't notice it was until I finished a pot of it and didn't have the shakes." Oh, god Rob, I'm sorry. I haven't gotten around to buying real coffee because I usually just pick up a Starbucks. And I especially love the sites dedicated to amateurs. To me, there is nothing sweeter than looking at real women and by that I mean the truly amateurs; the sweethearts and wives of guys just like me. I've tried to get my wife to let me send her photo in to one of the sites, but I have a better chance of winning the lottery. My wife just shakes her head in disgust when I park myself in front of the monitor and start drooling, but I have noticed that she never chases me away when I go looking.