When John finally mustered the courage to ask Leroy, he was in for a big surprise!"What the fuck did you just say, boy?" Leroy yelled. He was clearly... furious and John was afraid he was about to get his ass kicked.Looking down at the floor submissively, John started to whimper, fearing Leroy's wrath. "I.. I.. I wanted to know if you have ever fucked a guy?" Fuck no! You gotta be out yo godamn mind!" he grabbed John by the face with one hand and slapped him hard."I fuck bitches and sissies.". Through the sobs Amy replied, “Tim, what’s gonna happen, if I’ve been wrong about Jeff, then all of this with you has been…” she hesitated, “adultery!.. me being unfaithful!”I said nothing, I just allowed her to cry herself to sleep, and when I felt her regular breathing I extricated myself and crept back to my bed.It was light and the traffic noise showed that rush hour approached, I heard Amy downstairs in the kitchen and when I’d washed and dressed I joined her. “The war museum this morning. It wasn’t just her body though, she had an insatiable sex drive and nothing was too crazy. She loved fucking, and she loved it often.We were having sex up to three times a day, sometimes they were quick sessions, but usually in the evenings before she went home to her hubby and k**s, we’d have a nice, long, sweaty fuck. She was on some kind of birth control so I always came in her. I liked the thought of her in working meetings, filled with my cum for most of the day; then topped off before. It makes me even more excited to think that no one knows how naughty I am being by myself in the car while I sit in traffic. I rub my clit until I can hardly stand it anymore, then I probe down until I can slide my index finger into the hole. I push it in as far as I can and caress the soft walls of my pussy. Then I pull it out and back up to my clit so I can rub it some more. I can hardly stand the wait in traffic, but rubbing my pussy makes it all the easier to deal with. I can hardly wait to.