” Her eyes examine me again, and I start to feel self-conscious as she ponders.My underwear is nothing more than rags now, so I have to free-ball it...as I pull on my pants and shirt. It’s only now that I realize I’ve been moving without the aid of the crutch. I feel better than at any other time in my life, and I find I keep chuckling to myself, truly happy for the first time in a very long time.“I may know someone who might know what’s going on,” she tells me hesitantly. As I look at her, I. Half faint, I stumbled back to the bed where she welcomed me into her arms and her body.As we lay together in the afterglow we whispered softly.“I could get used to this, you know?” Andi murmured.“To sex in the morning?”“That. And to seeing your face when I wake up. To smelling your scent on my pillow. To seeing you come out of the bathroom. To you.”“I’d like to get used to that. Andi, you know I’ve been married. You know I’ve had a live-in girlfriend. You know I’ve had little trysts. So tell. I can feel my pussy juices dripping down and completely covering both him and myself. He smacks my ass and then reaches down to play with my erect clit. He rapidly runs it with his right hand while holding my hips and thrusting up into me. I grab his shoulders and bite his shoulder to muffle my moans. He loves when I bite him…it’s his signal that I’m close to an orgasm. I beg him to stop so I don’t cum so soon but he’s determined to make me get off before he does. He pushes me backward onto my. I knew this was my opportunity. I really needed some action, my wife wasn't going to be back until Sunday afternoon, and this was one of my fantasies just lying in front of me completely at my mercy. FIrst I slid my hand down from her shoulder, over her tank-top and hips down to her warm legs. No reaction from her at all. I was really getting excited. Immediately at full mast, I had to fight the urge to rip off my pants. I took my other hand from suppressing my bulge to her lean muscular calf..