I began gently fucking her, in and out, in and out."Do you like that, Baby?" I asked."Oh, yesssssss," she hissed. "That feels wonderful."I suspected i...t wasn't quite as 'wonderful' as she let on, being only hersecond time. Then again, the power of fantasy, aided and abetted by myverbal stream-of-consciousness skill at getting inside Angie's head,seemed to be making a difference. I knew she wanted it to feel wonderful- the sooner, the better. She wanted me to enjoy it, too, which I was.God, I. I didn't talk to her about it. It was just sort of a topic that we didn't deal with. I just assumed that she'd be with me, and that Stan would dance with her and touch her now and then. No big deal. The evening started as much the same routine. Dinner at a great restaurant, in one of the casinos, surprisingly. Wine with dinner, and after-dinner drinks. We were feeling no pain. Then we went to the dance club in the casino and settled into a booth. And ordered another round. Stan was his usual. He stimulated my clit in a circular motion with his tounge making me moan from the pleasure he was giving me. He soon started moving up, kissing my belly and up to my boobs. He licked my erect nipples and then sucked on them giving me more great pleasure. Eventually our lips met again and as we kissed his hard cock entering into my wet pussy. He made slow passionate love to me, moving his cock and body slowly back and forth. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deep into me as he. After what felt like a minute of heaven, I started shooting off thick, ropy, potent strands of sperm, all over her bathroom floor and shower curtain. I was cumming a lot more than I had in a long time, I guess it was a combination of how incredibly hot the situation was, and the fact that I hadn't cum all week. That first time, I came about as quick as I did back when I was trying masturbation for the first time. That's how I knew it wasn't a dream, because in even my sexiest of dreams, I.