Did I hear you say fuck me?" Yes! Oh Roger, yes!"Her hand moved to the waistband of his shorts now, sliding under it. She could feel the wiry bristles... of his pubic hair, and the touch of him sent ripples of sheer lust coursing through her. Her hand went still lower, contacting the head of his prick, and she ran her fingernail over it tantalizingly. Blood pounded through Roger's loins, causing his cock to leap into rigid erection, causing it to palpitate achingly under her probing fingers. She. It was just a matter of a time and a place. Therein lay the reason for the delay. Almost a full year passed between Jessies first text to me stating she was ready for another double penetration and this moment where she began to disrobe in a cheap motel as she not-so-confidently quoted porn. First, Jessie and I lived more than 500 miles apart, and sometimes that obstacle felt like the least of them. We both had good jobs and firmly rooted lives in other states, not to mention Jessie had a. “Ma’am” she heard a small female voice ask, “do you like the mirror? It was in my room but now I have a new one.” Pamela turned quickly slightly embarrassed to have been caught admiring her own view. She looked at the young girl, a very pretty redhead, short with the soft blue eyes and pale complexion many natural redheads have. A splash of freckles looked as though they had been sprayed across her face. “Kind of busty for one so young” Mused Pamela “I like it sweetie, but it doesn’t match. I just happened to notice what appeared to be a hickey on my wife's neck. Normally, I would have teased her about it, but for some reason at this time, I didn't. If it was a hickey, I know that I didn't put it there. It could have been a bug bite, or maybe an ingrown hair. She compounded my anxiety by trying to cover it up with make-up while we were at home. I could understand why she would want to cover it up, if she went out, but why would she bother to do it at home?If Loretta was seeing.