I said, "You DID just hear me right? About not being able to take your huge cock?" Yes, I did baby. And you also just heard me tell you I do not fuc...k guys unless they beg for it, too, right? Relaxxxx baby. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't wish to do."I relaxed again and immediately my new friend starting massaging my backside from foot to head with his masterfully skilled hands. I could probably write an entire chapter on "just" this, but suffice it to say, I had never. Her happiness. And what had happened? She had made him laugh more than he had done for two years. She had challenged him intellectually. She had shown him a love, both physical and mental that even his beloved Rachel had never surpassed. Richard was in heaven.His blissful reveries were interrupted by the telephone. Grudgingly he answered it."Hello?" Richard? Liz!" She did not wait for an answer. "I didn't get a chance to talk to you one to one today so I'm going to nail you while I can. First. I wasn’t expected to do anything other than keep the limousine in excellent working condition and drive Melinda around. On occasion I would take them both to dinner or some other fancy affair.Now Melinda, his wife, was thirty-five years old and a living doll. She had been a Penthouse Centerfold a few years back. She was what you call a trophy wife. She had shaggy blonde hair halfway down her back and a knock out figure. She was about five feet ten inches tall in her bare feet but she was never. She’d been there and done that, so it made sense that she would react that way.When I finally let Samantha come up for air, she panted like a long distance runner. Both nipples popped out inside her bra and her face was the color of a fire truck. She tried mightily to pull herself together but was failing miserably, so I kissed her again just as passionately. Finally getting control of herself, she slid her hand down to capture Mr. Johnson, groaning into my mouth when she found him standing.