I was out drinking with my friends one night. I downed around 5 or six shooters with a beer or two. I was buzzing like crazy. I had to take the bus to... get back home; was pretty late. I was wearing a short skirt tube top that day. The bus was empty except for three guys who were wearing clothes with cement and paint stains on them were probably in their thirties, probably construction workers. Since I knew it was a long way back I thought I’d take a nap on the bus just to sober down before I. She had been his puppet to do with as he pleased. Now who would pull the strings? Did she yearn for freedom or become someone else's puppet in order to survive? For some reason she found herself sitting at her mother's writing bureau making notes of her ordeal, then over the course of time her notes became a story that became a novel. Her first novel. Her stories cleansed the hurt but they also became addictive. "As though by putting my thoughts and experiences onto paper I could erase him. She flies out tomorrow thank goodness but I’ll need a cold shower and if that isn’t enough I’ll blow my load in my wife just to get her out of my head. Damn pregnant women are horny, which is great I ride Rachel almost every night. I love the feel of her fat belly against my abs and her swollen tits leaking from the excitement. I cum so much in Rachels pussy at some point she’s going to start pulling bone marrow.I get home and there’s no sign of them. “Rach, I’m home.” I hear a moan in the. I turned her around, another sexy scene of her huge ass like two milky footballs hanging.I entered her pussy from behind while pulling her hair from behind in full passion. I was riding her like a horse now. Soon I felt my balls boiling and ready to erupt. She told me to cum outside as she was fertile. With maximum movement inside her pussy, I suddenly took out my cock at the right time.I splashed my cum all over her white ass. I shouted, “Siya, that was my best orgasm.” I fell on her lifeless.