“I do believe you are jealous.”“I am,” she replied. “But not how you think. I would rather fuck her myself. I fantasized about you fucking h...er last night. I came three times. It was hot. Then this morning I fantasized about fucking her myself. I came so hard I almost woke up my husband.”“Seriously?” I asked. “You would do that? Fuck her, I mean, not masturbate. I know you like to masturbate as much as I do.”“Well, I never have before,” she said. “Fucked a woman I mean. Well, or anyone other. That day, we sat long time together holding hands. She told me that she belongs to a very reputed family and most of her relatives and family friends own the Business at all the business centers of the town, so it is not possible for her to sit with me at places like this. I was very upset with that, but she had other plans in her mind. She told me that her family is very broadminded and they will not mind if I come to her place to visit her. So I went to her home to drop her and met her. Then watch the fun."Hi, I'm Sheila Lincoln, aren't you Barbara Smatters?" Yes I am, I don't think I've ever seen you before." Yes, I just moved to town last week from Ohio. I heard something about you and I wondered if it was true. Are you and Albert Conners an item, because if you aren't I'd like to date him." Sheila, take it back to Ohio, he's mine, signed sealed and delivered," Barbara said. Just then, Barbara began to shake. Her eyes crossed and she began moaning. She feel out of her seat. Reaching him, she is unsure of whether to kiss or hug or run her hands all over him to be sure he is real. She inhales deeply as she gets close to him, her senses errupting with fire as she takes hold of him and lands his outstretched arms. Eventually she pulls back from him a little as her eyes move over his body, knowing what she wants to do to him, and she gets as close to him as she can. Goose bumps form on her skin as his hand reaches for hers and their fingers intertwine. He pulls her.