He wanted to fuck me so much, I could tell it was taking him every thing he had to restrain himself. I don’t know what sent him past the point of co...ntrol, but I think it might have been when I screamed out that I didn’t care anymore I had to feel his cock fucking my pussy. Damien rolled me over onto my knees so that my face was down against the mattress. He put his manhood right at the entrance to my warm wet opening, pausing to tell me he had a fantasy and wanted to know if I would be willing. It was a sort-of cocktail-party-finger-food-buffet-kind-of-thing. I was wearing a dress with a medium long skirt. Always have enjoyed mid-calf-forties-fifties style skirts and dresses. Usually what I wear. I curl my hair to match the forties image. This dress was a little loose, so I was wearing a belt. Very ‘Marilynn.’ Just after I had finished a couple of little quichy thingies, I noticed a man staring at me. Knowing he caught my eye, he approached. ‘Hello, my name is Eduardo.’ ‘Hello. “No, I wasn’t. I still haven’t thought about a name.”“Well, I suppose she is quite slim. I’ll call her Jean, after Jean Shrimpton.” She nodded firmly.“Jean it is. Now. You can see the rear stand. That needs to be fastened up, which is a lot less convenient than a modern machine. You need to keep the machine balanced as you do whatever. I prefer to have a bike leaning slightly towards me. That way, I’ve got more control. Push forward.” She took hold of the handlebars and pushed. The stand swung. Saturday night my cell vibrates, text asks, is he in bed? I reply, yes, why do you ask? I was then a bit surprised to receive his next stating, "I'll be at the door in 30 seconds". I was typing a, yeah right, response figuring he was joking when I heard a tap on the glass. He was in fact at my door, good god what was he thinking?I quietly opened the door and he slid in, gave a wink, and walked right past me and directly to my bedroom. My husband and I no longer share a room so once in chances.