"I didn't leave her hanging. How did I leave her hanging?" I'm in abad place on this one. I know what she means."Remember your manners when you speak ...o me. How did you leave herhanging? I think you know what I mean. Well in case you don't, Gwensays you two were having a great time together. You would cuddle andkiss, but once Gwen tried for more you gave her the chill. That, mysweet, is what I mean by 'leaving her hanging'. Teasing, honey, it'scalled teasing." I wasn't trying to tease Gwen.. Owens came over, she was a lawyer and had a promising career before stuff went bad. By now it was late September.As neighbors we were not too close, they had been a young couple and none of the ages for our two families had meshed. I had helped carry her husband out for her a week ago. She was there to tell us that the news said there didn't appear to be any men left and she asked if I could come over to her house and give her a hand with something.I told Sandy to keep the house locked and Mrs.. It was over too soon, but it had been delicious while it lasted. Forrest got up as his cock was deflating, and he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. "You can't know how much I needed that, Trish. You're perfect. Thanks, short cake. I think we may have some good times while I'm here. You don't find this odd, do you, sweetie?" "Don't be silly. This is nothing. I've done other things that might surprise even you, Forrest." I laughed, thinking of the way I had whipped his brother's ass one. When I met his passion filled eyes in the mirror he thrust hard with his hips, sliding between my thighs, deep in my wet, aching pussy. I moaned his name and my inner muscles squeezed his cock greedily. He grunted and slid half way out then back into me. His cock felt so good caressing my insides, but I wanted more. I pushed my ass against him and ground out, ‘Harder!’ His arm tightened around me and he pulled almost all of the way out then slammed back into me, two, three, four times. ‘Oh God,.