Last night, he had completely dominated her; she was his completely, and even though he had been masterful, there was still that certain gentleness wi...h her... a respect... a true love that made him something special to her. True, Buzz and Andy were past masters at seducing a woman... making her want it, in spite of herself, but her husband had loved her all the way. It was a delicious, rapturous memory, and before she knew it, she felt the moistness between her legs and a slow, building warmth. He figured he'd hop in the shower and clean up before one or both girls got home.Walking into his bedroom he received a surprise however. Lying on his bed, with her legs spread wide open, was Angela. Two of her fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy as she looked over at him. "Welcome home," she said. "Why don't you come on over here and fuck me like you've missed me."He pulled his shirt over his head as he walked toward the blonde. "Mmm, honey, you don't know how much I missed you AND. It persists in the face of time, and I can still smell her on me.Naked, our bodies would touch and connect, and her scent would be upon me. Then I could understand today, still smelling her freshness and arousal upon me and in my nostrils. But we were not naked and all of the clothes I wore, they are elsewhere, and I wear a fresh set of armour today, not imbued with her scent. And my skin was cleansed of my experience. So how do I explain?Her scent lingers still, and my flesh once again becomes. You let me know. "You take over." Much to my surprise his muscular hands reached up and took me around the waist and my hips gently and rolled me over on my back. And he began to thrust himself in and out of me slowly and gently. Then something in my balls and penis began to stir. I couldn't believe it. But as he pushed himself in and out of me. I could build fill myself beginning to build up to a climax. Without even touching myself. This I did not expect. But the more he pushed himself in and.