And why? She had a good-paying career as a paralegal, a new BMW 530i, a nice house and, best of all, 2 kids who were away at college. She was miserabl... because it had been six months since she had any kind of sex, unless you count her nightly encounters with a vibrator. Her husband, Philip, was the prototypical salesman, gone 90% of the time, who knows where. Even when he was home he paid little attention to her. God, she thought, what I’d give for a nice big cock to play with. That started her. ‘Okay then, let me see you finger yourself’Samantha stood up, and in one movement took her top and bra clean off, then pushed her jeans and g-string down to the floor. In about 10 seconds of me saying ‘let me see you finger yourself’,She was completely naked and laying back on the sofa with her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. After a minute or so, I knelt in front of her and with my free hand, took over fingering her. Samantha was beginning to become frenzied, she was obviously really. I just continued my daily workouts and forgot about everything. About two weeks later, Donna showed up again while I was working out. "I want tell you how much I appreciated your sweetness. To repay you for your kindness, I would like to cook dinner for you." "Oh, that is not necessary. I was glad to be here for you." In my mind, a home cooked meal would be great. I would not have to eat my own cooking or fast food. It would be a great change of pace from my usual routine. Donna said, "No, I. I wasn’t finished yet, however. ‘What’s wrong, sweetie?’ I said. ‘Dammit, Erica! Meoowwwwww! Stop!’ said Chrissie. She was wriggling, and her skin seemed to be getting darker. ‘Why? Are you getting awoused?’ I said, my fingers working her sensitive nipples. ‘Oh! Stop! Oh! Dammit! Oh!’ said Chrissie. Her eyes were beginning to slant and her skin darkened even more. I continued ruthlessly. ‘Oh, but look at you! You’re becoming adorable!’ I said. ‘No! No, you stop now! You stop! Me too horny!’.