Her face was scrunched up as if in pain, her eyes closed and her lips quivering, but from the moans she made and the motions she moved in it was plain...to see that she was, simply put, having a good time. The man stood next to the edge of the table, his large but gentle hands holding his beloved down; one squeezing her plush hip, the other manhandling her voluptuous breast. He was fucking her like a man in love, sensually and lovingly but also firmly. He wanted her to feel good first. He was a. Sandy closed her own door and stood for a moment. Why don’t I have that life? Did I miss my chance? Where have the years gone? Just because I remember Carter and the Shah doesn’t mean game over, does it? Lady came up to greet her mistress. Usually, Sandy looks forward to coming home to her fur ball, but tonight, she only lightly hugged her then set her on a tall stool near the kitchen. Lady objected with a small whine. She’s hungry and desperately in need of a good scratch behind the. She was just like an angel….. We hugged and had a deep mouth kiss like mad dog and my heart beat was very fast. First time hugging somebody else wife…….heavenly feeling… I have to hurry for want of time. I lifted her arms and smelled her arm pit which I love to do always….then immediately opened her shirt,not fully and lifted her bra and strarted sucking like an hungry child.She started moaning HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. “My dear come we will go to bed room da…..” was the moaning from. "So it was decided that Antwan would be my Anna's black lover. It was a situation that suited me fine. Antwan didn't work where my wife did so that eliminated any feeling of discomfort that might have caused. He lived in a different area which was again good but not so far as to make traveling difficult. My wife also felt confident about his discretion which was very important to her. Anna was very self conscious about how people viewed her. She knew that Antwan never talked about his affairs.