I think the best way to let you know a little more about my feelings and fantasies is by writing a little story. It is a mixture of fact and fantasy. ...I hope you enjoy.Lynne Joins Kathy and Ernieby Lynne SayerI arrived at Kathy's home early in the afternoon. We had known each other for years and had a very intimate relationship. Since that time she had moved back to Georgia and I had moved to Virginia. She was married now and seemed to being doing pretty well. Her husband, recently, had wanted. That way there would be no unexplained stains on her panties, no lingerie for me to find.So, with all these precautions, you may be wondering how I found out?Simple. Somebody told me And, most ironical of all, it was her lover who did it.My name is Rob Simmons, and I met Rika Lorence three years ago at a bus stop of all places. That's what's so funny about this whole thing, you see. I met her at a bus stop, and I found out about her affair on a bus. How's that for vicious irony?Well, anyway, I. Then he pulled his head away and with his hands still behind her knees he rotated her so that her pussy was centered toward the camera. He moved his hands in and used his thumbs to spread her glistening lips apart. Then her pussy appeared in vivid close-up. Apparently Phil had both of his cameras mounted side by side, one in wide angle the other in telephoto, which he alternated between in the editing. “Will you look at that beautiful work of art”? He said to the camera gesturing with a nod of. Holding this position, I stare intently into the mirror. I finally connect with Pussy at this moment. She squeezes my finger, reassuring me my touches are welcome. Slowly, I withdraw my finger, holding it up in the mirror to marvel at its wet kisses from Pussy. I need to feel her again and return my finger to its cozy new home. Sliding my finger in and out, my shoulders relax, and I release a single sigh. I want to test her and insert a second finger. She is tight but stretches for me, wanting.