The desires kept building through our chats and a girl always knows when she is not going to strike out. The moment I got a sense that bobby was drawn...to me, I got more creative with my chats with him. I would send him pictures of me getting ready and ask him to choose which outfit was best. He would comply and do not once ask me what the hell I was up to. This gave me more confidence until I could not hold in my desire any longer.I sent him a blurred naked pic of me and that started a. I started asking him about his job and he said we could go inside and he would show me some others pictures.So we spent at least twenty minutes flipping through albums.When we went out again, I could see my slutty sexy wife leaning over the hood, with her short tight dress pulled up to her waist.The lucky bastard Jeremiah was ramming his black cock into her wet cunt from behind. Lewis smiled at me, saying he had hired the black guy to fuck the model.We moved closer to the car, as he took. Almost like a yelp, or a gasp, or someone saying:"Oh, fuck yes!"Miss Turner cried out as she regained control of her voice, grinning ear to ear as Sam laid her down on the table. Her ample butt knocked pencils and reports and other meaningless tats aside, sending them clattering to the floor as she leaned back and readied herself for her lover's next move. Even though he'd drawn back after her orgasm, the head of his penis was still inside her; if it had been her husband's, it would have. I was hurting. Dad was home on one of his rare three-week layovers. Three weeks without pussy might not seem like a big thing to a lot of people, but I had gone overnight from virgin to two and sometimes three times a day, everyday and with dad home I was going through withdrawal. Mom could tell I was hurting, but she couldn't help. On Saturday morning I slept late and when I came downstairs I found Monica and her husband Dale having coffee with my folks. Monica's eyes followed me around the.