Kneading her boobs violently, pinching her nipples, slapping her at times, I fucked her. As she regained her breathe she was screaming and moaning.“...Ohhhh, God! Fuck me like a monster that you are. I am your whore, just destroy my beautiful pussy. Make sure I am not able to walk for my life. I will be your whore for life!”After fucking for approximate 5-7 minutes, she wasn’t able to take the lump inside her and she exploded. She pushed me away but I overpowered her and fucked her with even more. Her figure wasn't her best feature. In addition to an oversized ass, her breasts didn't exactly lift the T-shirt off her chest. But her blue eyes and auburn hair gave her a soft and serious appearance, sincere to the core. I recalled how she clung to me when we danced together and I wondered who else had invited her to dance. I didn't ask.We were discussing Tracy and the predicament she was in when Angie came into the kitchen and overheard me remark, "I wouldn't blame Tracy if she moved out.". " As if challenging me.I sipped my coffee as she sat down over hers and just looked at me as I sat there pondering some of the things I had fantasized about over the years. I had so many questions I didn't know where to start. When did I want to ask her who else she had fucked or was currently fucking? How did I tell her I wanted us to have open sex with others, including our children? How do you broach the fact you want to see your wife with another woman? How would she feel about me with. The ride back to Joe's place is uneventful. It is very early Sundaymorning and the town is still mostly asleep. But as the man lifts Joeout of the car the paperboy passes by with the Sunday newspaper. Only heisn't a boy. He looks more like a college student and is clearly in hisearly twenties. He also looks very fit. He stops cold when he sees Joeand looks absolutely shocked. The man remains completely unfazed as helocks up the car and grabs Joe's leash and prepares to lead Joe indoors.The.