I was going to protest, to tell her she was going to get my hair all over her own bed, but I resisted because of the feel of the little girl's hands c...utching my legs.It was completely dark outside now. The bedroom window was slightly open, letting air flow in slowly. The air flowing in brought along with it the distant sound of cars on a freeway many kilometers away. I stared at the bedroom door, hoping nobody would enter as Lily shaved my legs. Nobody was home though--that was the reason why. It will be online for all to see in minutes,” she informs me. Hundreds of people are about to see my stiff prick. I feel kind of sexy as I send the pic in. Sure enough it pops up on the screen along with other fools sitting naked playing with themselves. A few females too, that is hot. “ Go to the bathroom and get a towel.” This is getting weird now. I am entertaining the idea of logging off and leaving Bitch stranded in cyberspace yelling obscenities at me, but some twisted sense of adventure. Phone calls turned into emails. Emails led to visits. Visits led to really hot sex. Hot sex or lack thereof was why my second marriage ended.She and our daughter moved back into my life and into my house with me. A few months later we married.Not long after getting back together we resumed our role-playing and fantasy indulgences. Some of my favorite ones were when Stacey would regale me with her sexual exploits while we were apart. Rather shy and submissive when we were first together, she had. Sweat trickled down her body, her face flushed from horniness and working hard. She was totally into it, her eyes were closed, she moaned out loud and her right hand jerked off the arab man standing next to them. Jeez, that guy had a tool on him! I sort of remembered him being one of the craftsmen they hired. A third guy, a big young black man, sat in the chair next to them with his cock in his hand. ”Yeah, fuck that little chica! Fuck her little pussy! She wants that cock, man.” And yes, she.