We've been close since I was nine and she was six.We would constantly show up in the other one's bedroom, to play a board game after bedtime.There was... Monopoly, Scrabble, Chutes & Ladders (her favorite), Operation, Clue, and Life (my favorite). Almost every night, we played one of these. I kept some in my room; she kept the rest in hers.Despite her being younger, she was incredibly smart. She would always beat me at Scrabble while I was at my best playing Life. She constantly caught me trying. Her eyes were like saucers as Sarah bit her lip and started to comply,moving her fingers to the waist of her skirt. ?No, wait. Don't face me,? Rachel pointed to the floor-to-ceiling windowsbehind the large desk. ?Stand there and then change.? She hesitated for a moment, but she was just as lost in the radiating lustof the moment as Rachel was. There was no way to tell if anyone was watchingher slide out of her skirt and lift her legs out of the flowered panties, butit was the possibility that. Squatting over me she lowered down on my dripping dick. Her ass was so tight as she lowered down on my dick. She threw her head back as she moaned loudly. She rocked her hips as she leaned forward and took my hands. She pressed them on her tits. She yelled fuck me, I pushed my hips up as she lowered down. We increased our pace and soon her ass was slapping on my balls. Watching her penis bounce as she moved up and down I started stroking it. That's it baby, make me scream. As I stroked her,. And headed down the road. It would be very dark soon, pitch black. Maybe he'd see her on her way home and could pick her up. He road up and down the country lanes but there was no sign of her. He turned his horse around and headed back."I've been a fool," he thought. "Damn it, it's just a bicycle. She's been a good wife to me all these years and never gave me any cause to worry... I'm so insecure when it comes to her... but I can't change. She wants me to be different but I can't! I am who I.