A moment later a woman I took to be Betty Weller appeared at the door. She was a well built little blonde with set of lips a man would love to have wr...pped around his dick. She smiled and asked, "Yes, can I help you?"I replied, "Yes, We're the Hunters. We're thinking of maybe buying the house next door. Could we ask some questions about the neighborhood?"Betty smiled and said, "Sure! Come on in and meet my husband, Sam."We entered the house, she showed us to the living room. She said she would. Or maybe I am sorry. I don’t know.” She saw her ex-husband eyeing her, and she continued, “It’s not like it was bad, I mean from a technical perspective, but I don’t think that’s how I want to hurt you. I’ll have to find some other way to tear your guts out.” She smiled at that.Jerry laughed It was his turn to place a hand on hers. “If we can’t joke about ripping each other’s hearts out and stomping them on the floor, what can we joke about? Let’s get a table and have dinner.” Barbara nodded. She feels as though she is riding a wave, the wave of her sexual rhythm, riding him so that his long, thick tool slides in and out of her in perfect time with her needs, and with the spasms that are starting to build inside her. As she rides him, she looks down over her conquest, seeing his strong arms, shoulders and chest, and the passionate and urgent look in his eyes. His hands move from her hips up to her nipples, squeezing them softly and this turns her on even more, and she rides him. But his wonderful cock was SO obviously calling for attention, I justHAD to take it in my hands again. I could never get over how rock-hardhe got with me! I don?t think mine was EVER like that, not to mentionas big around and as long as his was. But I really loved the feel ofhim, and you already know how much I enjoyed playing with him andbringing him pleasure.There was absolutely no doubt he wanted me to ?look after? him thatnight, but there was a rather scary thought in my mind that wouldn?t.