A pang of anxiety rolled through my chest when I thought about how last night probably would have gone if I’d taken the old guy up on his offer of a... drink. I knew damned well I wouldn’t have been able to stop after even one sip. That’s how I’d kept sober for the past seven months; knowing that one slip-up might send me on a bender that could end up with me dead in some back alley because I got shit-faced and degenerated into a drunken asshole. But damn, it was hard to say no sometimes!I rinsed. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me again like you need it! Fuck me again like you haven't pussy in years!" she moaned, and happily i did.With her little legs in my hands, pushed back almost over her head, her little wet pussy gaped open, and my big hard cock slammed down into her, over and over again, and she moaned constantly loving the hard rapid attention her pussy was getting."Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Emily kept repeating over and over, and i did, pumping harder and. Foreplay is better naked!Well Bill was preoccupied with Rachael, not me -- go figure. He undressed her slowly, starting with her sweatshirt, then her jeans. He stripped down to his own tighty whities and walked up to her. He put the palms of his hands on the cheeks of her face and tenderly tilted her head to kiss. Rachael had the full lips of Africa and responded with soft kisses. Soon their kissing became deep and eager. Bill pulled her body tight against his own and reached around to. .. is he there? Ohhhhh please let him be there.The dizziness I feel from my restricted breathing makes my body only too aware of how addicted I have become to this part of my life, to this man. Drawing back the sheer window coverings, I stand there looking out into the night trying to focus on the building opposite mine, my attention on one window in particular.When did I become aware of my audience? When did my body start craving the indecent, depraved need I had to share myself with a.