" Why do you care?" I asked him. "I'm behind you."The greasy faced kid thought about what I said for a while. He looked at Lily. "You know this guy?"I...looked at Lily, who didn't seem to like being in the spotlight."She's my sister," I said.The greasy faced kid nodded, turned around, and continued to engage in conversations with his own friends. When I looked at Lily she had a strangely big smile on her face. Her teeth were exposed all the way to her canines."I'm not your sister," she said."You. She smiles wickedly at me as if to say “yeah, I know you want my cock bitch!”Getting up on the table she scoots between my legs and lifts them in the air. She puts on a condom and coats it with oil as she pushes my legs back farther so my asshole is easily accessible.I am so turned on, I feel my pre-cum drip on my stomach. Her hands are very firmly holding my ankles. I think to myself that I don’t think I could go anywhere if I wanted to which brings up my fantasy of being ****d by a shemale. I. I got out first and let my wife take a longer bath, she was still happily shocked by my violent pounding and needed to wash my cum off her hair. I dressed up quickly and went to the kitchen where Shanti was standing with her back to me and almost shivering. I caught her shoulders and pulled her breasts out of her blouse while standing behind her… I turned her to face me and put her left arm around my neck and kissed her while squeezing her open breasts with my left hand around her… My right. The welcome home sex was not what I had looked forward to those long months at sea. I got the distinct impression her mind was someplace else while we were fucking. She was jumpy, moody, and not as talkative as I remembered. I think she tried, but as I learned from her later, I was the stranger and Victor was her real lover.About four weeks at home I asked her to meet me at the O club for Friday night happy hour. She got there about 4:30 and was in a surprisingly happy mood. I could tell she.