.. willing, I guess ... to go farther than we usually do in front of others. I don't want to do anything with anyone else. That's not it at all. It's ...ust ... illicit ... to know someone is watching us."Andy had told her he'd consider it depending upon how the others were. Now they were in the living room and there were no "others" around. Regan figured Andy would be less likely to protest if they were already playing when someone else walked in so she shifted around until she straddled him and. You grasp my hips tightly and force your way into my, no your, tight hole. You groan and I shudder as you fill me up with your cock. We pause a moment to relish the sensation of oneness we've so long desired. Then, you start fucking me. Not softly or gently, you are not making love to me--that will come later. You are taking my body, exerting your dominance over me, thrusting your cock into me hard and deep. You have one hand wrapped firmly around my throat, the other pulling my hair, forcing. I focused on the softness and beauty of each strand as I felt it. I then touched her ear, focusing on its delicate features and beauty, the smoothness of the skin and the tiny cilia that covered it. My fingers traced lightly over her temples, then down her cheeks to her jaw.By the time I reached her parted lips, reveling in their full softness, her trembling had lessened considerably. I helped her to focus on my touch as best I could, trying to relay to her in a very basic tactile way what I. It had never entered my head. She had always been there when we needed her, my younger brother and sister.I was 25 years old and had been married for two years, and I must admit the marriage hadn't started well and just seemed to deteriorate weekly. My wife was more interested in parties, visits to pub's and getting drunk. Thereby making a fool of herself and drawing lewd remarks and gestures, by horny male vultures, who you will find in any of these establishments, waiting to pounce on any.