.."Come on," he said..."Let me go," I cried as he pushed me down and now he was like one hundred hands...I didn't know a guy could have so many hands ...nd they were all on me. I said, "Stop" again but he didn't. As I was developing, I naturally admired my breasts...my early self-examinations...and checked them out without end...each curve and shape as they grew...the folds, tried different bras, checked the nipples which were sensitive and responsive...and here was this guy with one hundred. She then started riding my cock. I could feel all the pleasure burning inside of me, trying to burst out. But i was not ready to give up yet. She is so beautiful, i thought at the moment, her cute face, amazing breasts going up and down on my flagpole. I caught hold of her firm ass, which was real soft. I started massaging her ass as she pumped my penis. She started moaning loudly. She was getting close to her orgasm. Her closed eyes, and her soft moans made me realize that i was also getting. "Are you almost ready?"I was standing in my underwear and half-buttoned shirt. "Give me 10 minutes." I'll be in the restaurant bar."When I put the receiver down, it took me a moment for it to settle in. Then, without another thought, I fumbled my way through buttoning my shirt and putting on a pair of dark jeans. Throwing on my sport coat, I checked myself in the mirror. It had been four months since I had found out about my wife's affair; almost five months since I'd last had sex (with my. He introduced us to married sex with a black man a few months after we were married. "What about Leroy?" "He called to ask whether we might spend next weekend together at a resort in the mountains." "That sounds like fun. What do you think? Can you get away?” Cindy worked as a fashion consultant and buyer for a large retail chain. The hours were long and it had been a while since she had time off. "We haven't seen Leroy in months, and I'd love to have a whole weekend together. I think I could.