“That’s too bad,” Arlyne says, looking deep into his eyes again. “Because I was hoping you’d fuck my tight little ass.”Bodner’s cock jum...ps and strains even more beneath his pants. Somewhere in the back of his mind there is the thought of being caught and losing his job—or worse. If there ever is any chance for his mind to change it is lost when he looks down at the creature and sees her looking up through her scarlet red eyes.“Kiss me,” she whispers loud enough for only his ears to hear. Besides, my efforts had started to pay off. I've lost thirty pounds, most of it off my ass and stomach, and I was feeling sexy again. And Oscar, my husband, was enjoying the results almost nightly, now. “Belinda, your ass is looking as great as it did when you were twenty,” Oscar told me just last night, when he came up and rubbed my ass through my nightie. “As beautiful as the night we made Cassie.” We were pretty sure I got knocked up on our honeymoon, or maybe right before the wedding.. She stroked herself slowly, biting her lip with a mixture of fear and arousal as she tested her depths for a second time. She slid inside herself cautiously, moving into her chastity knuckle-by-knuckle, acclimating to the alien sensation and then venturing deeper. I spread my legs wide, anchoring my feet past my hips, displaying everything she needed to see; a lesson in the pleasures of a woman, and a picture for the lust of a man. I slid my fingers in and out of me, curling them at the middle. As she sat on my lap, eagerly participating in our kisses, I resumed stroking her back and started caressing her legs, unconsciously going higher and higher with each stroke. She was wearing an LBD that fell only to mid-thigh, so it wasn't long before my hand was bumping into the very wet gusset of her panties. When she didn't object, I quit the pretense of accident and began overtly but softly stroking her mons, through those panties. The continued kisses and the rocking of her hips reassured.