Once you do, you won’t want to date me. We both know that,’ finished Gwen quietly. ‘Okay, I see what you’re telling me, Gwen. I’m an idiot b...cause I asked out the first beautiful girl I met. She’s really smart, funny, tall, sexy, and drop dead gorgeous, but I can do way better. I can probably find some blonde cheerleader with an IQ smaller than her bust line that would look good on my arm. I shouldn’t try for a thoroughbred like you when I can have the horse that pulls the milk wagon.’ Once. I decided to put my plan into action. First I found out from the guys at school, that Claw lived alone with his large black Labrador dog, about two miles out of town in an old cabin. Next I walked past the gas station yesterday and yelled to Claw that my friend Julie wasn't afraid of him and was more woman than he could handle. He told me to bring my friend over to his place Friday night and he would fuck both our brains out. I could tell that he didn't believe we would ever show up. When I. She said thanks with tears in her eyes. Boldly I touched her cheeks and said its okay. Then I realized that she is comfortable with me. I got a strong confidence that I can fuck her.I went and masturbated more, imagining her boobs and the sexy ride. From that day we started sharing more about her private life, about her sex life with her husband. Then I had found that she is sex starved.Later we started speaking about sex and shared sex jokes and sex chat. I used to flirt with her and shared. ‘Should I make dinner tonight, Daddy?’ Charlotte asked. That surprised me a little. I knew that she could cook a few things — Christine had certainly seen to that — but I had not truly thought much about what we would do for meals during my wife’s absence. ‘Sure, if you’d like,’ I answered, ‘or we could also order Chinese or a pizza, or perhaps go out tonight.’ She cocked her head slightly to the side, in that way she often did when weighing her options. ‘I’ll cook,’ she decided. ‘Dinner at.