Grabbing my head again, Quandrell chuckled, "You like to have your face fucked don’t you?" Without waiting for an answer he started working his hips... Quandrell’s firm ways and assertive posture was exciting me tremendously. I looked up at him as he continued to fuck my face and nodded. At this point, I was sure that Quandrell knew that he had me. That he could use me anyway that he wanted, that I was there for his enjoyment.Quandrell continued to hold my head while he fucked my mouth. I. " I told Mel as I led her back to the living room.We sat on the couch and read the letter together."Dear Missy:You must not have gotten my other letter. I bet that bastard husband of yours saw it first and threw it away without telling you. My husband Steve is working on getting transferred to Boulder by his company. When he does, we can be together again. He's not a stick in the mud like your fuddy-duddy husband; he enjoys seeing me make love to another woman. I will keep you informed as to. I play with his erect nips, pulling them with my fingertips, and Willy says, "Chee, my nips are as hard as my cock!"I chuckle and he does too, between gasps.I look at his cock head poking up from my hand and bend down and thoroughly lick the tip and all around the head. His cock is now well lubed. As I stroke him, we hear the "snick, snick" as my fist pumps his shaft. He is really into it now. He is gasping and humming, his hips pushing up and down off the recliner in time with my strokes. Very. Shetold Bev about my nipples becoming erect and how it excited her. She toldher about the hug and feeling my breasts press against hers and also aboutthe kiss as we examined the dinner I had cooked that night. But what reallytook my breath away was what she wrote next.Mum said that we had talked like a couple at dinner and she relayed herfeelings of love and closeness and of a very real sense of a developingrelationship to Bev. She said that she had wanted to make love to me somuch right then.