Yet there are those who see desire as a physical thing only. All that they know of desire is what little tidbits their lust inflamed loins will allow ...their mind. A stiff dick… maybe a pair of hard nipples… a wet twat. This is desire? They know nothing. They have not wanted the precious moments spent walking through a park with a smile on their faces. All they want, not desire, is a fuck. Good… bad… it does not matter to them. All they want is a fuck. They know nothing. What about that one. What will he tell Rhoswen when she’s older? Will she even ask? What if she decides to not speak at all? He runs his fingers through his hair. Too many ‘what ifs’. If only he could go back in time to change the way he treated Morwen. A hoarse laugh escapes realizing where his thoughts are going. What foolishness is this that he thinks he can go and change the past? He grabs the half empty bottle of wine and drinks deeply from it to chase away the ghosts in his mind. It is only when the bottle is. I thought she is going to scream instead she winked & gave me a cute smile. I got tensed & begged her to not to tell this to my wife. She said OK & asked me to come to her house with her hands. Some how I managed to reach her house (I was really tensed). She told me that she will be free tonight & want to spend the night with me. This made me horny again &I got exited with the thought that I was going to spend the night with my heroine of my dreams. It seems like the day is not going to end, I. I was in charge. In one fluid movement I twisted round, until I was facing him, still impaled. I lay flat against him, my legs clamped shut, the walls of my vagina holding him tight. He moved his hips slightly, pressing up, deeper. I gasped. I had to move. I moved my legs until I was kneeling astride him. I looked him in the eyes. 'No coming until I say.' He moaned again and closed his eyes. For someone having such a good time he was doing a lot of moaning.I started to move my hips, building a.