“I was twelve and I thought you were to die for. I would have done it with you that first day! But I waited, and oh my God! You know what I wonder?�...�“What?”“If I hadn’t been lonely and stupid and slept with Jimmy Henderson, what might have happened.”“You wouldn’t have Marcus, and I bet you anything you wouldn’t want to give him up for a chance at being with me.”“No, I don’t think I would,” she said quietly.“And that’s why I don’t like the whole ‘What if?’ idea.”“So how did you manage to marry. "Mmm," was all she could answer. As she worked on him he watched her pensively, then he said, "Would you mind if I brought a friend, next time."They had met a few weeks before. Paul had rung her doorbell, selling small bunches of flowers. She had been enchanted by his youth, his open-eyed innocence, and she had invited him in to her upstairs flat. But that had just been his line, his icebreaker, like: do you come here often? They had become lovers immediately. Jill had sometimes wondered if he. He was doing this for her, but looking into the blue of her eyes made him wonder if there was another way. Matt promised him half for just being there and even a quarter of it was more than they had in their bank account. Clint wished she wouldn't look him right in the eyes, it just made him realize more how wrong this was and how dangerous. Matt honked the horn."Maddie I love you." That was all he could say, and that seemed to be all she needed. She sat back and let him go, turning her face. I've had close up shots of his cock sinking into her cunt. I've seen her suck his cock clear to the balls. I've seen them fuck in about every position you can imagine."I looked at her in amazement. This gal was something else. She sat there talking about her mom and dad fucking with almost a clinical detachment. Like it was just a learning demonstration or something. Well maybe it was. It was fun listening too anyway."The most fun, though," she continued, "was when I could walk in on them and.