I stand and look in the mirror, and I put myself in his shoes. I am a good looking woman, and I spend time looking after myself. To him, I am Freya, A...phrodite and Venus. I hear the sound of his truck crunching on the drive, and that drags me back from my dream world. It's so sweet when he tries to be quiet, and surprise me. He's just so clumsy, but such a sensitive lover.He stumbles around the house like a rogue elephant. I do try to look surprised when he finds me, but I just can't do it with. “Got it,” Pitch said and went back to his truck. Up in the seat with the truck’s door still open, Pitch took a long look at the blonde while she looked at her phone again.“Good luck, Kirstie.”The girl looked up at Pitch.“Thank you!” she called.Pitch couldn’t help watching her for as long as he could in his side view mirror as he made his way to the highway. He was going to get this bitch.Now driving fast, Pitch considered the angles. He would swing around east at the next exit, reverse again to. He felt Hogan relax his grip slightly, so Emerson hammered his ears again. This time Hogan dropped Emerson and brought his hands to the sides of his head. Emerson felt Hogan’s nose break from a left. His right hand started Hogan’s left eyebrow bleeding. Hogan was weaving and having trouble protecting himself. When he covered his face, Emerson worked on his body. Gradually, Hogan’s hands dropped lower and lower, and Emerson pounded away relentlessly. Hogan went down and Emerson pulled him back. My cock grew harder, my hand found its way into my boxers and yanked it out and began stroking it.Don’t get me wrong here; I love my wife but after many years of little or no passion, I grew restless and needed that intimacy that I had been missing for so long. We live in a nice little community here in Lucknow, but yet something was missing. So after much thought, I decided to surf online and see what the chances were of meeting someone. I didn’t want an affair; I just wanted a simple fuck.