He really wasn't all that big, but he knew how to use what he had and he could go all night. He fucked me three times." She giggled. "He really wore m...e out." "What about the guy in Vegas last week?" Kelly shrugged. "He was a nice guy, but mostly he just wanted to be seen in the casino with a sexy blond. That's why I brought that outrageous dress." I smiled. "I'd still like to see you wearing it." "It's in the closet. I'll bring it home and wear it for you tonight." She giggled. "Maybe you could. Miranda knew that she had to be careful around Marcus, she wasn't exactly experienced when it came to dealing with men; but she did know that she could trust him, and that if ever she had a need, then Marcus would be the one she could turn to. And she also realised that she felt drawn to him, and it would be only too easy for her to develop an emotional attachment to him, maybe even a dependency ... Miranda had been independent for a long time now, and thought of needing someone else –. The sliding bed was one that slid through a hole in a wall which left my wife protruding half way out so that her legs and waist vanished behind the edifice, or the flat, monolithic and hard wall. She looked up at me and smiled. She knew that I loved her and was always there for her no matter what. That is what that smile said. But it also was a smile that knew she was about to experience intense, orgasmic, pleasure from another. John, I feel someone holding my ankle. The thrill of another man. I take in her whole cock this time, nuzzling at her pubes, letting the tip of her cock rub against the back of my throat. Her hands are gripping my hair as I start to bob my head up and down its nice little half-hard length. It feels so good and I keep moaning and that just causes more moans and it feels even better that I’m fulfilling my purpose and she’s twitching and bucking and groaning and orgasming and I’m so close and I’m so close— She pushes me back and I’m supposed to be just kneeling.