I do remember meeting Joe and Lori who were relative newlyweds and I invited them over to my place where I cooked out on the grill for our dinner toge...ther. Joe was of Italian descent although I think he had been born in the U.S., and I think Lori must have had some other cultural background but she seemed very in love and enamored with her muscular virile young Army helicopter pilot husband. But, I thoroughly enjoyed myself that first evening and I visually checked out Lori in every way. I was on the internet looking at porn, obviously, when I started to get really horny, I'd found a great video and was really feeling turned on, I was watching and stroking my cock when all of a sudden there was a knock on the door, damn I thought what a time to call.I opened the door and there stood a young man of around 33, he said "Can you take this parcel for next door" I thought for Gods sake, so I said I would, he asked me to sign and I did, he went and put a note thru their door saying. The next morning, in fact at the beginning of the afternoon, i woke upfirst, my sore pussy from the assaults of that night, was still painfuland juicy from the sperm of Norbert. As soon as i removed the plug frommy pussy, i could feel something wet and warm shoot inside me, some of itdripped out...and it felt warm and thick on my legs.I made coffee, went back to bed where he slept naked, I could admire hismale body, hairy, manly, his cock at rest was still very heavy and large.I couldn't help. And yet—she was married—desperately unhappy, but still, a married woman? Veronica felt Rob’s large hand cradled in her smaller slender one. His big paw of a hand was comforting in a way. His sheer physical size and muscular strength reassured her. And she did need reassurance. More than anything Ronnie needed to feel like a woman again, to feel whole, and to feel wanted. To be discarded and worthless at twenty-nine, to be childless and barren: it was a future she refused to accept. She squeezed.