To be honest I always did prefer married men for casual sex, as I wanted no strings. I also certainly did not want any sort of relationship, just some...fun and good sex. My mantra at the time was “If your nice respectful and you turn me on ... you can fuck me , however you must make me come, you can shoot your spunk but then you go, you do not stay the night as I want no complications”.So to me married men were always a safe bet. The ones I met, certainly did not want to wreck their marriages. I have a habit of looking foolish. But even still, all I want to do is crawl into a hole and disappear. I can feel the tears water up. I didn’t want anyone to see me cry, especially Amanda so I walk out of the room without a word. Once in my room, tears fall like rain. I pull off my pants and see my white underwear has a big red stain in the crotch. I pull them down as the door opens up and Steph walks in. “Ma!” I shout as I turn to cover my pecker. “Oh don’t act like I’ve never seen ya naked. I want to hold her down and fuck her. To bend her over, press her head into the couch and bury my shaft to the hilt inside her. To cover her in my cum. To mark her as mine.I grab her ankle and hold her leg as I move between her legs. The blunt head of my cock rests just outside her entrance. It’s a beautiful sight. Knowing all it would take is a small push and I would be inside her. She arches her back and shifts her hips trying to capture me.I slide the tip of my erection from the bottom to. Kristi had been taken to Sodom. For two weeks she was tutored on what to say about their religion and how St Mary’s diary supported the church. The reverend wanted everything to be perfect because corrupt religions and their false gods would be listening. Kristi had been placed in the female carrier luggage for shipment to the city, the reverend didn’t want her to be distracted. She was delivered to WWP’s studio in Old York City.That was yesterday, now here she sat in the lobby adjusting her.