I was working up the courage to ask for a turn.She looked up smiled. Was she smiling at me? Did she see me? She tied her top on and walked over my way... I lost her under the eaves of the house, and then the doorbell rang.My cock shrank and I felt my face flush as I made my way downstairs. I could see her outline through the frosted glass. I tried to calm down and straightened my pants crotch, willing my cock to deflate unsucessfully. I was still half engorge and throbbing when I opened the. Crying out over the wet sounds of their bodies slamming together. They are both overcome with lust for each other.Paul is dripping with sweat, and his orgasm is building fast. She is mumbling incoherently between labored breaths, as he pounds into her. Her eyes shut tightly and she squeals with another crashing wave. Paul shoves into her one final time and growls as he pushes his load into her. They fall into a wet, sweaty mess of bodies and sheets. Totally spent from their pleasures.After. " So you had this all worked out, right?" I don't know about having it all worked out, but I hoped it might."Twenty minutes later they were in her third floor, two bedroom apartment. It was nicely decorated with contemporary furniture. She gave him the obligatory tour of the apartment until she stopped and pointed to a plant in the TV room. "Don't you think that amaryllis is obscene, Warren?" It was an unopened flower stalk resembling a perfectly shaped ten inch penis. "I sure would like to. " Kelly and Andrew soon both came amid moans and grunts, Andrew jamming himself up into his wife.Over the next year, Kelly made up stories occasionally for Andrew. Some were made up, some were based on her experiences with Mr. Thomas. Mr. Thomas didn't call very often, but when he did, Kelly couldn't help submitting to his desires. In trade for her body, Mr. Thomas gave her the exciting, dangerous thrills of forbidden sex. She told versions of these experiences to Andrew and he seemed to be a.