I said hi and we kissed. She asked if I wanted a drink and said sure, if she was having one I would too. We walked to the kitchen and she made a pitch...r of margaritas. We drank and chatted, she gave me a guided tour of her house, ending at her bedroom. It was clear from the chemistry between us that this meeting would progress from just a meeting to chat to getting nekid and fucking.We kissed and as our tongues caressed each other, our hands roamed over the others body. She stripped me and was. And, to all the limp-dicked wimps that marry hot bitches they can't satisfy!"I thought it was quite appropriate given the circumstances, but as I chugged my drink, Julia winced visibly."Mike, you know Zack isn't a wimp! He has always beaten you in every sport you ever played against him. He's a strong, passionate man, not a wimp," she repeated. "I don't like being referred to as a 'hot bitch' either for that matter. Please show some respect." Julia, you're the one that will be showing respect. Then the hands arrived at the center of her womanhood. They rubbed and stroked. A “finger” entered her and massaged the clitoris. As Nichole stirred, the finger moved and probed, seeking out the spots that produced the most reaction, the most pleasure. The finger then drove deeper inside her, hitting the G spot, and moved back and forth. She gently cried out, her hips thrust upward, then she fell back, relaxed. Even after she climaxed, when she thought she was done, the machine was not. Carl, you have to stay with me, focus on your breathing.” Carl groaned and pain shot through his entire frame from a half dozen firefighters lifting him into a Stokes basket. The oxygen bottle was laid between his legs and he watched as the ropes from the corners were locked into a carabiner and the rescuer clipped himself to the rig. Soon he was lurching and swaying in the air as the top side crew started their hoist. Carl rolled his head to the side and looked at the “X” where he had watched.