She wanted to try the sluttiest, naughtiest things; she wanted to do them with me because she did not want her husband to know how about her nasty fan...asies.One day she told me that she felt guilty because when she was in high school a black guy asked her out and she turned him down because he was black. I asked if she knew any black guys and she told me about a few she knew.I told her that she should try a little flirting and see what happens. I knew what would happen and I wanted her to check. After tossing it on the floor, he grabbed Ashley by her ankles and pulled her legs up and proceeded to take her shoes and socks off. “I see you still got your gunbelt on, cupcake. Let me help you with that.” “I meant to take it off before you grabbed me, but oh well.”Mike unbuckled her belt then removed it and placed it on the nightstand. Wanting to get his pants down, Ashley sprung up and rapidly undid his belt followed by the button and zipper. She got his pants and boxers down halfway. "Don't touch me! Isn't it enough that you broke your word about dressing in my clothes and now you ruined the most important evening of the year for me?"George looked at his crying mate, "Lanie, I'm really sorry, you know I'll do anything for you. How can I make this up to you?"Lanie's sobs slowly subsided, and she moved into her husband's arms. "Do you really mean that?" Of course I do!"George didn't see her smile.****"Lanie, it's SOOO good to see you!" cried Evelyn as she trotted up. “I can see all the way up between your legs and you were already glistening as you sat and talked to Loretta.”“You always make me wet, PLATO,” she replied. “You did even before you implanted me, but you’re changing the subject. What is the difference between you getting pleasure from making love to me and you liking or enjoying or whatever making love to me?”There was a long silence... a very long silence. “You are acting like a man again, PLATO,” Marcella said somewhat harshly. Then she.