She wore a backwards Red Sox cap that looked like it didn’t belong to her. I wondered why she was dressed like she was in Boston and had stepped out... of line from an Irish marching band. She had red hair and freckles and chatted with two other girls. She seemed more sober than her friends.“Look at the legs on that one,” Jason said.Jason had no tact whatsoever. They probably heard him. But I was surprised someone else cared about legs as much as I did.“Yeah,” I responded. “They’re really. You've always said that tasting me is one of your favorite things. That you can still taste me many hours later, an amalgamation of our flavors. I've never told you that it's the same for me. I can taste you where senses can't. I feel you in places with no name. I feel you in the same way the earth felt when being shaped. Absolute. Consumed by beauty, the earth quaking, and lightning storms. Unstoppable forces. Forcefully gripping your ample cheeks, I thrust up to match your motion, trespassing. We had been fucking for months and the thought of waking up to her juicy pussy was all I needed to conjole and talk my husband into keeping the k**s and letting me enjoy a weekend away. We were in her car headed to a weekend of sexual hedonism. The ride was a little long and we made it fun with me fondling her stiff nipples and slipping my hand under her short skirt grazing her sensitive clit. She did the same to me while I drove. We were coming up on the last stretch of our ride and the snow. I didn't want you thinking you HAD to play with me."He was very good looking and VERY good in bed but he was still my boss. I told him "Ok I want to play, dangerous stuff. Real danger, stuff that might get me killed. That's how I get off the best, when I'm really scared." I think we can set up some games. Let me think about it."A few weeks later I was ready to crash another car. Bill had picked up an old junker and rigged it up special. It was an old 70's muscle car, really fast and built like.