If I did not find my body soon I might be stuck doing an awful lot of it! Spotting a hand written note next to the phone, I unfolded it and read it wi...th astonishment. The note was addressed to Janet, in my handwriting. The date and time on the corner indicated it was written just one hour earlier. The note read: Dear Janet, I have decided to leave town for a few days. Let everyone know that I should be back by Friday at the latest. Have fun while I'm gone, BillGone until Friday? What in the. Janet crawled up beside Lila and flipped to her back, resting a hand on Lila's forearm. Lila rolled over and placed her lips on Janet's neck, trailing light kisses all over her shoulders and breasts, with each one lingering a bit longer than the last. Roman was still kneeling at the end of the bed when Lila crawled between Janet's legs. She exhaled along Janet's slit, and Janet jumped as if she'd been touched with a hot match. She instinctively rolled her hips down, pushing her clit to the tip. ..?” He was gone before I could protest. I pushed through the day, as long and agonising as it was. I kept thinking of his face between my legs, or the way his cock sprung upwards when I pulled his boxers down, or how his hands roamed my body as he fucked me. It was torture, and it was amazing at the same time. When I got home there was a bunch of flowers on my doorstep with a card that said “This morning was delicious, from Richard x”. It made me furious and delighted at the same time. I was. That prudish old bitch everyone knows, whose ass is so tight you could stick a lump of coal in it and get a diamond out. I even imagine her with a penis in her mouth or a tongue in her pussy. That hot little thing everyone is slobbering over. Is she a hot piece of ass? Or, is she a bland fuck that leaves you wanting and needing more?Sex is always on my mind. The imagination is great, sex with any female at any time. But, mostly, I want my wife. I want her in all ways at all times. I want to be.