She stood before him naked, her skin better now than the last time he had gazed at it, the weekday trysts having been clothed he had not seen the welt...s and bruises retreat. He took his time, his gaze slithering over every crevice, every crease, every scar and every slight blemish, his mind like a camera committing this vision to his brain forever. She gently revolved herself for him, allowing his eager eyes to drink in her body in a way even her users did not take the time to enjoy. Most, she. Fuck me with that monster, do you hear me? Fuck me now, fuck me hard, oh yes, Tommy, like that oh like that keep fucking me yes, yes, yes.’ Tom began a rhythmic pumping of his cock in and out of her pussy, counting to himself to maintain a degree of control. As the minutes passed, Ashleigh had one orgasm and began building herself to another as Tom kept up his pumping. When the second one hit her, she screamed from the depths of her soul and Tom paused in his actions to allow himself to cool. “Just talk… girl talk. Girls have to talk you know.” She said cryptically, as if that explained everything. “Uh huh. I keep getting reminded of that time and time again.” I said with one suspicious eyebrow riding up. Our waitress stopped by just then and asked if we would like anything else. I asked her for a drink to go and looked at Kathie to see if she would like one as well. She declined. Our waitress said she’d be right back with that drink and our ticket. True to her word she. She blew me away when I mentioned dropping hotwax on my wife’s tits and she moaned while saying that sounded like good idea that her and her ol’ man hadn’t tried. I was beginning to find that this shy quiet little woman also had a lust for things I had never imagined. It seemed to take weeks to set up our first get together, with spouses, kids and work. I was going to take her to the city where we was hoping not to see anyone we knew. I was going to take her out to dinner and then to a nice.