She hurried into the shower, wanting to be gone before he woke. She stepped under the shower and felt her body relax. No wonder the best way to lose w...ight was through sex, she thought with a smile, remembering last night. She was put some of the complementary shampoo/conditioner on and rinsing it out she felt a chill behind her. Suddenly a hand came around her waist. When she turned around there stood the half-naked man, but he wasn’t half naked anymore he was wearing nothing but his birthday. " "I won't argue, but..." "But what?" "The Grapes of Wrath" does deserve some consideration. "What about 'Huckleberry Finn'?" "Of course and there are also those who would argue for "The Great Gatsby." Ginger wrapped her left arm around my shoulder and nuzzled my neck. At the same time she reached down, massaged my hardening penis with the palm of her right hand and whispered, "I love cocks. I love men with big cocks, but there is nothing sexier than a man who can think." "Even if he's an. I smiled and said that she was mine wife. He was embarrassed immediately and said sorry. But I said him not to be and said that I wanted him to fuck my wife alone or with friends. He asked me why I wanted that, I told him a lie that my father was in debt and her father helped my father in his business, against marriage to me. I told her that she didn’t know this but I was been forced to marry her, and if I could prove her slut and get divorced I could marry the girl I loved. He took it as I was. But I had to make this last for her. This wasn't my fuck, but hers. Finally, after what seemed like forever she started a slow rhythmic movement. I could look downand see the swollen lips of her passion enveloping my cock. She bent to kiss me and I tore the shirt from her body making her naked as I. She didn't care now. Her fluids seeped from around my shaft leaving an odor of heat and desire around us. With each downward thrust she'd cry out like she'd never been fucked. I could feel the.