Etta went silent for several seconds–just like a little k** building up to a horrible scream– and then released a chilling orgasmic yelp the likes... of which I had never heard before. I initially thought I had hurt her. But then Etta giggled like a little girl who had just opened a fantastic Christmas present and squirted, her face contorting with such obvious pleasure that I knew she was having a grand time. Her body shuddered as she totally lost control, splashing her mature love juices all. ' I could not understand anything could be any worst then what I had just endued, I had been had by two guys and the first was in me again. In my mine what could be any worst, I thought that may be the third would come in and do the same thing and the worst was that I would have to keep secret what had conspired. The Bruce was now working his body on me as if he was a maniac! Bruce would slam his penis into me and grind against me until he to started to throb and fluid would leak from between. "Pretend he was here, love. Tell him your glad he can see you." "I'm glad he can see me. I want him to see me opened up like this." She spread herself with her fingers." What else would you show him?" I asked.She reached for her vibrator, "I want to show him what I would look like filled up." She slid the vibrator inside and set its thrusting and vibrating to a slow, sensuous rhythm. She moaned. It was her first real moan of the night. I saw how wet she was getting and how she was dripping all. I was dying to get to know more about her, and what was going on in her marriage. Naturally I was willing to trade some of my secrets for some of hers. I finally could not wait any longer so I called her Sunday at home. She worked downtown in a bank, and asked if I could meet her on Tuesday after she got off at five oclock at a restaurant for a drink and perhaps dinner. I would have preferred Monday, but I guess I was just going to have to be patient. We met as planned, and me with butterflies.