And she wanted to give it all to him, and keep nothing back. She wanted to be Marc’s woman. She wanted him to be inside her even when he was not ins...de her. She wanted to feel him fucking her, loving her even if they were nowhere near each other. She wanted to feel his life coursing through her body, his passion thrusting into her, all the time, every waking moment, and even when she was asleep. Finally, he said, softly, ‘I don’t know what I should do.’ She thought about it for a few moments,. He tried to make some small chit chat which I didn’t want to answer, but at least it would keep me awake. He started talking about his wife and three children. His youngest had recently gotten three cats which kept him up all night. I stared out the window and tried to drown out his mundane stories with not much luck. I still couldn’t tell where we were, but I was sure we were getting somewhat close to my house. “Where’re you from love?” he asked me. “You don’t sound like you’re from around. My friend and I have by this time also for years been masturbating and having sex with girls for years and were very comfortable grappling in the nude so much so that after a while to keep things interesting we often times brought a blow up doll and had sparing matches and games to determine who could cum in it.There were several variations of the sparing match games that we would do. One was we would grapple with one another until one of us was so exhausted the other would start humping the. Over the next few seconds, raised pink welts appeared in parallel lines where Emily's fingers had run."Pretty!" I said admiringly."That's just the beginning of this little fuckmonkey's bag of tricks." Fuckmonkey!?"Emily shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, fuckmonkey." That's a terrible word!" I sputtered."It's fun to say", she insisted, her fingernails tracing over Dinah's lower back, leaving curving pink trails behind."It is not," I insisted."Try saying it a few times."I rolled my eyes, but.