The three giggled like teenagers as they tip-toed their way. past the lounge towards the den. Aman stopped to listen at the slightly ajar lounge door ...as he came to it. The beer had clouded his senses, but the deep, groaning voices from within startled him. back to sobriety. For a moment, Aman forgot that his friends were with him and burst in through the door.“What the fu-”“Oh my god, Aman! What the hell are you doing back?” cried his wife Patty, as she saw her husband enter the room. Her face. .like, he wanted it bad. I told him fuck yeah! I said you're going to fuck me over and over again until we can't go anymore.He told me he was divorced and hadn't had sex in 2 years. He said he jacked off of course, fantasized, watched porn but as far as a bj or penetration..nothing. I believed it too the way he was begging me to please let him fuck me. I said I can do even better for you. I said, you're gonna fuck me raw, bareback, no condom. I'm gonna make you feel real good man like you. I almost can’t stand it. You ask me if I’m ready for you and I say yes. You tell me that it’s not time, I don’t want you enough yet. You will decide when I am wet enough and spread my legs to check, I feel like I’m gonna cum right there and then. My clit is throbbing. Your finger gently probes my pussy to see how wet I am – and I am very wet. You place it on your lips and suck off the juice, then reinsert a finger, making me shudder with pleasure and then tell me to lick your finger clean. You. Ruthie, ma’am. My name’s Ruthie Burns.”Marla quickly assessed the situation. She was encouraged that Ruthie had seen her up close, realized she was not young at all, but still did not seem to be put-off by her age. Judging by the girl’s nervous manner of talking and awkward behavior, Marla correctly guessed that Ruthie had a non-verbal communication disorder, which would affect her ability to make small-talk. She also correctly guessed that Ruthie was submissive and attracted to authority.