I then let go of her hips, steadied myself by resting my hand on her left cheek and used my right hand to guide my cock to her tight hole. I rubbed my...slippery stiff cock around her ass hole, making her moan, and after a few moments of this I started to apply pressure against her tightness. Instinctively Fatima tensed up, so I reminded her to try and relax and let me in. She relaxed as best as she could while I slowly pushed my long, thick cock inside her ass. Her ass was so tight that it took. "How about this," she suggested. "How about when I find that boy, I bring him to you for your approval? I won't put a condom on a boy until you approve him." You'll die a virgin," I sighed.She giggled."I don't think so."Such an innocuous, common phrase. You hear it all the time. It merely expresses mild disagreement with a concept. "I don't think so." We hear it so often that it means almost nothing. We almost ignore it.I shouldn't have ignored it when she said it, though.Not that night.Not in. I leaned down and kissed her, running my hand down the curve of her body to the small patch of hair between her legs. I spread her nether lips and touched her, stroking the wet center. Biting her lip, I slid my middle finger into her dripping pussy. She was so tight and so wet, I was almost afraid that I was hurting her, but she never told me to stop. I leaned back from her then and watched my finger slide in and out of her. I pulled it out and licked her wet juice from my finger. I spit on my. I missed him and needed him in my life.Dressing to meet my husband, I put on his favorite dress and jewels. I wanted to look my best. With all the stress, I’d lost weight — good pounds to lose, just a bad way of doing it. In front of the floor-length mirror, I liked what I saw. Yes I’d made a mistake but I was happy with Charlie and, if Steve could give it a chance, I was convinced we all could be happy.Obviously, I’d thought about the possible relationship between Steve and Charlie. That was.