"Of all the things I'd thought about during the day that was not one of them."Are you serious?" Yes I am." So what does it have to do with me?" I want...you to be the man I cheat with." Why in the hell do you want to cheat on Royce? He worships the ground you walk on." No he doesn't. What he is is a possessive asshole. What I am to him is his. Just like his pick up is his, his boat is his and his motorcycle is his. When you see him get belligerent with guys who he thinks are paying too much. When Sara had finished wiping herself, he handed her a glass. Sara rose, flushed, and took a sip of wine. She moved close to Steve, pressing her body against him, grabbing his penis with her free hand, and said "I want this back inside me as soon as possible, you know. Kiss me.'The kiss was brief, and when they reached the bed again, Steve slipped his limp member into her still-wet vagina. They arranged pillows and settled in to talk, still joined at the hips, the bottle of wine not far. We kissed passionately and explored each others lips, teeth and faces with our tongues. I pulled the t-shirt over her head and moved my mouth down her chin, down her neck, and kissed her breasts. She began to breathe heavy as I bit and tasted her nipples. She asked me if I liked her breasts and I told her they were perfect. She then told me to get rid of my pants and to sit down on the bench seat. She slid down between my legs and took my cock into her mouth. She told me that I was too. "Mmmmmmm!" she moaned softly. "Like that?" he asked, soothingly. "Oooooo, yesss!" she replied, "THAT feels VERY gooood!" He kept this up until his finger was good and wet, then, with one quick thrust, he plunged it deep into her pussy! "Oh!" she gasped loudly, and squeezed his hand viciously. "You've got such a lovely, tight little pussy," he whispered, as he began pumping his finger in and out slowly. "Mmmmmm! Oh, yeah, keep doing that!" she whimpered. "Feels good?" he asked, grinning broadly..