...........so many lovers................she remembered telling Tom, her special lover when she was nineteen, that she thought she might have fucked a...hundred men and boys before she was with him......now at thirty-eight, she truly had no idea, but it occurred to her, as Julian kept pushing into her, that vaginal sex, these days, sort of felt the same most of the time, but anal..............ah.........anal...................oooooh lala...................each time it felt so different.......she. Evan was more than a little surprised at how much he was enjoying the dinner. He never really thought of himself as someone who liked getting dressed up and going out but this wasn't bad. Of course the fact he was out with an absolutely gorgeous woman who loved him and with whom he could have sex anytime he wanted didn't hurt.But more than that it felt right, felt good. He thought about his life and how what had happened to him over the past few months impacted and changed him. Yes, he was. But the preacher's wife thought about him holding his dick while urinating and longed to watch. Shaking her head, she thought, You're a sinful woman. You're going to hell.Marge heard the toilet flush and then the shower turned on. She paced, wringing her hands. What was she doing in a stranger's hotel room wearing only a short robe?Jack reemerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist."Oh!" the preacher's wife exclaimed when she saw his almost naked body. "I ... I didn't expect you. I fought the urge to breathe. My lungs burned more and more. My legs kicked. I glared up at her while she just smiled. She was more than prepared to smother me with her cunt until the end of the world. She would utterly suffocate me and ... and... Why wasn’t I dying? I hadn’t taken a breath in long enough that I should be passing out. But my mind was clearly. My lungs burned for air. They blazed so much. My head pounded. But where was the darkness fuzzing the edges of my vision? The spots of.