It was one such occasion that saw the deepening of our friendship. A Saturday morning.The ringing of the front doorbell, a melodious chime from tubula...r bells, caught me off guard. It was exceedingly rare for anyone to visit me, aside from FedEx, or UPS, that is. Opening the wide front door, I found Amelia standing and looking at me. She seemed different. It took me a moment to catch on. Amelia was wearing a lemon-yellow dress, white ankle socks and sandals. Her hair was lustrous. Big, beautiful. " You keep talking like that and I may just have to rip your clothes off of you and punish you." Oh no, not that, anything but that."I stepped forward and kissed him and reached for his belt. I unbuckled it, unbuttoned the top button of his trousers and then pulled down the zipper. His boxer's were already tented as I reached inside and wrapped my hand around his hardness. I looked up at him and smiled."Can I have it?" I don't know. Are you going to hurt it?" I might heat it up a bit, but I. She said not to worry and do my thing. This was one on one now. I fingered her pussy for few minutes and then said lets go. I said “i will go get the condom, its in my pant outside.” the whole idea of the husband watching made me more and more nervous.I put a gum in my mouth then went in. I put on the condom and put it in. I started slowly and eventually found my rhythm. We were doing it in missionary position. I got a hold of her legs and was going in and out of her pussy rhythemitically. I. ’ Thomas chuckled at the idea. ‘That’s no guarantee though,’ he argued, but he did not stop her from ruffling it up some more. ‘Would you still love me if I grew bald?’ he asked instead. Abby pursed her lips. Thomas was not supposed to have overheard her confession. She needed to punish him for this. ‘What if I said ‘no’?’ she asked him in turn. The young man could not stop himself from pouting. ‘I suppose if you said ‘no’ then you wouldn’t really love me,’ he answered, ‘in which case it would.