I didn’t need any foreplay. I dripped. My morning of frustration had left me ready. The hour I spent forcing Greta to pleasure me had buttered up my... nasty cunt. My slattern hole craved only one thing now.My hands shoved into his stretchy hose, seizing his cock. I trembled, moaning into his mouth. My nipples throbbed in my bodice as I drew him out. I rose, my skirts rustling. His hands moved, pulling up on them.Our lips parted.“My sweetling,” he grinned at me. “I knew you loved me.”“So much,. The dreams had stopped. And I couldn’t help but think that it was because I was now in a situation that meant there was no prospect of me having sex any time soon.Because let’s face it, Vanessa and I weren’t going to be having sex. Sure, we got hot and heavy a few times and there’d been times when she’d had this look in her eye ... But we always backed off. We always went to sleep in separate beds even though it was getting harder and harder to do that.We’d agreed right at the start that sex. "For God's sake Katie" I laughed, "I thought you were going to get dressed!"She had on a light blue tee shirt, a very short denim mini skirt, white ankle socks, white trainers and she looked absolutely bloody gorgeous!"I am dressed daddy" she giggled and twirled around to show me the cheeks of her sexy little bottom peeking out from beneath the hem of her skirt,"At least I will be when my favourite man helps me to put my panties on!"And she dangled a skimpy pink g-string in front of my. Shewas a bit older than Sam, and was the assistant manager for the store,and took a motherly liking to this younger man who was always attentiveto anything she had to offer. Sara was a demanding woman, and as aresult, not many were fond of her, but to Sam, this was not an issue.Sara was not a beauty queen either, and again to Sam, this would neverbe an issue as any woman that paid attention to him was not to beignored.By the time Sam turned 25, he was married to Sara, not that he poppedthe.