He turned and continued into the room, calling a little louder, Nora? He walked towards the light and noticed the oversized wing chair had been pushed...to face the window. What he saw tore at his heart. Curled up, just staring, was the shell of the vibrant woman who had been Nora Taylor. Her auburn hair was drab and matted, hanging past her shoulders. Her face was pale, her lips were swollen and chapped, and her eyes were empty, with dark circles around them. She appeared to be wearing a mans. My dream was coming true and now I was not shy or embarrassed! I was horny and I was going to fuck the shit out of this bitch. If this was our only time of fucking I was going to make it one to remember!I pulling up her skirt to reveal her panties and she undid my belt and pants which I pulled off quickly so they fell around my ankles. I kept her underwear on her and just got her to tease me, giving me a lap dance while I rubbed my cock against her panties and poked her holes through her. Prey. The thought of it sent a delightful shudder through Devon’s body. Something base in her was drawn to the idea of being someone’s prey, and being truly ravaged for the first time in her life. Her husband made love to her. That was boring. Right now, she wanted to be ravaged by an out of control beast – she wanted to be completely used. Devon was overcome by a depraved lust that needed to be satisfied, and she pulled on her nipples without thought, as if to confirm her need to every man. A few minutes later, he smiled at her as she handed him his order and laid the money on the counter with the check. "See ya, Sal," he said as he headed for the door. Waving at the guys in the corner booth, he left. The trip to Mary's out of town house was about fifteen minutes, but he didn't want the food to get cold. He thought about his wife's note again and the imagies it had stirred. He then pushed away the thought as he pulled into Mary's drive. If he didn't stop thinking about it now, he.