.. I guess so. I didn't know what to say. What should I have said?" she asked, looking at me intently."Whatever you felt like. If you wanted to dance ...with him, just say yes." And that wouldn't bother you? I mean ... I came to the party with you." He just wants to dance with you, Shelly. I don't mind," I replied, not quite truthfully."Oh." She looked almost disappointed.I poured Shelly another glass of wine and she sipped this one a bit less cautiously than her first. She was looking around the. No one would be home and she would stop by. Normally we would quickly jump in bed and I'd have my way with her. I'd fuck her hard and send her back to work with swollen pussy lips and full of my semen. She would also come over after work when everyone in the house was sleeping. I would leave a door pen for her and she would sneak in and wake me up. I slept on a sofa bed (maybe why I had back problems!) And we would try to be quiet!One time I'm particular, we were on the bed and were really. She casually propped her feet up on the coffee table in front of her. The action looked innocent enough but with her back slouched on the sofa, her ass ended up being perched right on the edge of the bottom cushion. That caused her skirt flared out below her showing a good portion of her meaty ass. Although her legs were still clamped together, I still was able to survey some of her plum butt.My hard on was almost painful and begging for some relief. Once again I had to readjust and I couldn't. To anyone looking at them, they wouldve seemed lovers having hot sex, when she was actually being raped. She rode him for what seemed to be hours and, when he was finally done with her, he pushed her back into his arms and held her still while he kissed her tenderly. He stroked her long mane and drew soothing circles on the small of her back. Then, he wrapped his arms around her tighter and she felt she was slowly regaining control of herself. She squirmed a little but he was still half hard.