But then...a very interesting thing happened that changed that significantly. My daughter suggested that I should meet a friend of Duane's, a guy by t...e name of Tyrone, who, though younger than Duane, was particularly interested in meeting white, married females, looking for some sexual adventures but without any strings attached, or expectations of anything more than some nice fucking!"I'm not that sort of woman," said to my daughter, protesting in what I hoped was convincing, but Tiffany just. Chuck hadn’t turned me into a horny Vulcan. I was a horny sociopath.As I rounded the next curve, I came upon another runner heading the same direction. I tooted my horn as I gave him plenty of space, and he waved his appreciation.As I found myself on familiar roads nearer to home, my growing arousal informed me that I was indeed capable of feeling something. No question I was thinking about Stacy and lusting after my daughter. And the more I understood how Chuck so casually programmed me in. Hinge replied wickedly, a cruel glint in his eyes. He slipped the skipping rope between Amber's sexy legs and gave the other end to Mr. Stokes. Mr. Stokes pulled up on one end while Mr. Hinge pulled up on the other, wedging the skipping rope into Amber's pussy painfully.They kept lifting the rope higher and higher, till Amber was a foot off the floor, held up only by the rope digging painfully into Amber's cunt.Tears formed in her eyes as the skipping dig into her clit, her pleas for mercy. He swallows, fighting his deepest yearning to watch your breasts rise and fall with each progressive breath. Studying their curves he lowers his hand to hold it just above you, as if absorbing the aura of your softness through the scant fabric. Every fiber of his being longs to tear the fabric away so he can see your naked beauty, but still he pauses in near desperation awaiting the faintest whisper.Downward his hands move hovering just above your stomach, where his body aches to plant his.