She thought about the climatic shortcomings as she lay there panting. In the midst of the threesome she still felt alone. Her left hand unthinkingly d...ew circles in the moisture of Joyce's sex. She had come well but something was, well - unsatisfactory? What was missing? The experience in the rest room at the club was more intense; the sex was perverted, even worse (better) on the very edge of danger. She missed that edge, the adrenaline rush, and the fear!That was what she needed; if Lesley. Even if the woman was wrong.(We're never wrong of course. Knock off the giggles Mark. Mmmmm... Hey! I'm trying to be serious here.)So, anyway, how come nobody writes about ordinary folks?Mark and I for example. Sure, we did like to make love a lot at first. Did it almost anywhere we could find a chance of five minutes of more or less privacy. Got 'caught' a few times too. Always after he had already orgasmed though. Mark is a great pressure performer.(Get your hand away... Mmmmmm... Yes, I. Main kuch der uske aas-paasghumta raha par kuch kehne ki himmat nahi ho rahi thi.Achanak woh lady mall se bahar nikal aayi aur paidal jaane lagi.Maine bhi turant apni bike nikali aur uske piche-piche chal pada.Kuch dur jaane par maine uske bilkul karib pahuch gaya aur kaha Madam kaha jana hai,main aapko drop kar dunga.Pehle to usne ekdam mana kar diya,phir maine janbujh kar use kaha ki main bhi idhar ja raha ho aapko chod dunga.Maine use bike par bithaya aur cahl pada.Maine uska naam pucha to. “Hey! Asshole, get out of fuckin bed and take my daughters to College before I come in there and kick your ass!” Brian screamed from beyond the garage door leading to the kitchen.Brian was a douchebag. Plain and simple, there was no way around it. He had a badge and a gun, and everyone called him Lieutenant so it made him feel important. He married my mom a couple of years after Dad died, though why she married him I don’t know, they’re leagues apart. She is a 5’10” latin lady, tanned skin,.