“Yes,” he answered. “Yes what?” I inquired. “Yes I want you,” he answered with shallow breaths, his eyes begging me. “Tell me what yo... want,” I ordered him. “I want you to ride my cock,” he let out in an almost squeak, unable to hold onto his voice with how excited that he was. As soon as he told me what he wanted I slammed my pussy down around his cock, moaning out loud as I took in as much as I could. It had been forever since I’d had someone’s cock in me and I realized then, as I was. This slimy. I'm not sure if I can stand any more, or if I've not yet had enough." I know exactly how she feels. We should be disgusted, but we are enthralled, so excited to finally have at each other. With one hand I scratch open the sting and lower my face onto her shoulder to taste her life again. She wraps her legs around my lower back and pulls me ever so deeper into her body. The pain is exquisite. And she knows that I know, but she attempts it anyway. She starts with a kiss just. You are very kind.”“Don’t you know me, Anna?” There was a hint of concern in her voice.“I…I’m sorry, I can’t….can’t think straight.”“Laura, from the W.I. I live up the road.”“Yes, I’m sorry. My mind is a bit fuddled at the moment.”I looked around me. Everywhere was destroyed and burning. My head was pounding and in my confused state I thought I could hear other explosions in the distance. I vaguely heard Laura’s voice asking if I was okay and a man's voice saying I was but needed someone to. One day I was home from a trip early and found my wife was doing the laundry. There on the top of the pile were her pink knickers. I remembered I loved the feel of silk on my body. She left the room and I picked them up and I was running my hand across them and soon I was feeling and rubbing my cock which quickly became erect. All too soon I was shooting the results of my rubbing into my pants… a nice warm sticky mess… well I tossed her knickers back on top of the laundry pile and went to.