Before I met him I was basically a virgin. After I met him I became an insatiable horndog. Ever since our fateful night where he caught me skinny dipp...ng in his pool I haven’t been able to get him out of my head. Every night when I get home I check out my window for any signs of him, but I’m rarely rewarded. Did he work nights? Was he out of town? Was he avoiding me? I didn’t know, and I had no way of finding out. Oh well, c’est la vie. Red and blue lights filled my car. I heard the whoop. She tensed and so I stopped and started over. Soon she was used to single finger and so I added another. Again she tensed, and again I stopped and worked my way up. I did this until I had three fingers all the way into her ass. I took my rock hard cock out of her pussy and added a little bit more lube. I slowly worked my cockhead into her and she gasped, but did not tighten. I withdrew and worked it in again, and went down a little father. Step by step I did this until I was balls deep in her. Perhaps she really should go back to the car. Perhaps this wasn’t what she’d wanted at all. Biting her lip, she paused, just long enough to steel herself, recalling her interview with Ms. Singh just last week… “I want to be…” she couldn’t bring herself to say the word, ashamed to admit her darkest fantasies. Fortunately, the exotic dark skinned woman seemed to understand, gracing her with a sympathetic smile, her brow arching minutely. “I think I understand, Ms. Saunders. It’s nothing to be. After I got back home, I spoke to my wife and asked her if she intended to visit her parents on Monday as usual and when she said yes, I checked to make sure I had enough beer and chips.When Monday finally came, I was extremely nervous as I opened the door to allow my guests in and led them into the den. I offered them both a beer and after the initial awkwardness wore off, it was Tyrone who broke the ice and asked me if I was ready to demonstrate my oral abilities and show Geromehow good a.