“I think we can dispense with my bra too, if you don’t mind. Would youunhook it for me?” she asked. Sarita turned her back to me, and lifted up ...herlong hair, so it no longer covered the clasp. I stood, and clumsilyunhooked it. She held it up with her hands at her tits, and said, “Okay,sit down again, please, honey.” I loved the way she called me honey, itmade my lund twitch.Sarita turned to face me again, and let the bra fall to the floor. Herbreasts spilled out in front of me, and I couldn’t. There are guys out there who won't understand this. Love fucks everything up. I know that you're thinking, "Okay, she loves you", so what. You can get more out of her. Or that's cool; you get all of the benefits without having any of the weaknesses yourself.They imagined me as being some lucky guy who would be able to simply break up with her whenever I got bored without being hurt myself. On paper, that all sounds great, the reality is, however, very different. I was born with this terrible. I have always liked fucking married women, there is just someting about dumping a load deep in another man's pussy. Then the other woman stood up and removed her clothes and laid out next to me. She had large tits, wide hips, a natural hairy snatch. She was very wet also. I immediatly removed my clothes and jumped on top of her and pushed my cock deep into her fine pussy. It took me a minute to get her to orgasim hard and another minute later I was blowing a huge load deep inside her filling. “I can show you more.” Again, I hadn’t planned on saying that. I don’t even know where the words came from.“Nikki, what are you doing?”I thought about asking again if he wanted to play truth or dare. I thought about just telling him that I was horny and wanted him to go down on me. I used the sweatpants and t-shirt to cover my front. “Ever wonder why we’re just friends?”“What?” Was his first reaction. “I think we met when you were dating Will. I mean, we just had good conversations. I never.