"She couldn't make eye contact, but I knew she loved the feeling."No, we can't do this, Ms. Crane," she declared, covering her boobs with both arms.I ...almly leaned down and slid my thong down. "Actually, we can," I made clear, heading towards the door.I locked it as we kept eye fucking each other. Then I turned around and let her see the entire front half of my body."Holy shit, you have a dazzling figure, Ms. Crane: your breasts, landing strip, and your flat stomach too." Thank you; now I'm. So she told me she would still be down for me to fuck her, but I would have to come visit her. I agreed on it and scheduled a day that fits both our schedules. The day finally came and I get up super early to drive to her place. I eventually get to her home state and I find a nice ourly hotel. Got me a room, and let her know which hotel I'm located at and room number. She said she would be there in about 30 minutes. So I start to prep everything and get myself ready. She finally pulls up and I. But what drags you out of the bedroom when he just got home after all those months?"She moved her hand to my leg, "Let's just say he needs a break before round two. He doesn't quite possess your staying power." Does he know about us? He looked pretty pissed at me earlier today." Jealous husbands tend to make 18-year-old boys nervous."He has his suspicions, but given what he was doing overseas, he is not going to bring up that subject anytime soon." Her hand had slipped into my pants pocket and. He wanted nothing to do with fatherhood, or resposibilities. If I stayed away from shit like that he would do just about anything for me. He'd never admit it, but my pussy must fit him pretty good too. Every couple of weeks we'd get together and fuck until we couldn't piss straight. My itch would get scratched, his dick would get polished. Then I'd remember: Ronald Sloptvik is an asshole.I do not really love him and he does not love me. I guess that's why this all happened. I wanted someone to.