.." Mavis moaned to herself as she played with her tits.Yes, the desire of that afternoon was alive again. And there was no shame, no guilt. Not now. ...There was nothing rational now at all. Only the glowing, gnawing lust that built between her legs with each passing second.Mavis Richards was on fire again!"Ohh, I don't know what's happening to me," she whispered to herself. "I need a man... I need a man soooo bad! I need a man's cock... pounding up my pussy, making me feel good again... screwing. She was in a sexy purple corset, white garters, and a see-thru peach colored kimono, her long uncut cock hanging there as she greeted me at her door.She greeted me, asked me take off my shoes before coming in, closed the door behind me, and immediately started kissing passionately, I truly felt the loving energy flow out of me and be received by her noticeably by her bodies reaction.Her cock was easily 8-9“ long and un-cut, thicker than mine.Rising and poking up between us with a shiny drops of. He is not as big of a leaker as me."You should have shared this hot stuff with me earlier," he chastised me.Sharing was exactly what I got in my mind. I reached over and started to stroke his hard dick. It was the first time I had ever touched another man in that way. It was so familiar but different. I began to stroke him slowly up and down. His precum leaked on my hand. Of course I licked it off my fingers.He stopped stroking himself and lay back. I continued to jack him off. I could not hold. Mi’elle laughed, seeing his in-heat neighbor, putting two-and-two together. “Ah, I see. Well, then, looks like you’ll be taken care of.”Mi’elle hugged him goodbye, “I’ll visit you later.”Briskly walking through the market place, Mi’elle searched for the blacksmith shop – where her beloved would be.Reaching the last shop, the one next to the leatherworking and tanning shop, Mi’elle entered it, unable to stop smiling. That’s when she saw him. Her beloved, at last. He was a younger man, busily.