The sex was intense and Brenda came twice before I erupted into her.The story was simple; I was a great lover, but I wasn't enough to fill her needs. ...No matter how much I fucked her she still needed more. She loved me, hadn't wanted to hurt me, but she needed cock and lots of it. I was a better fuck than most all of her lovers, but she needed quantity as much as quality. Regardless of the fact that she was praising me (even as she said I wasn't enough for her) my ego still took a battering. I. "So it's done, then." Yes it is.? And she leaned closer, so close I could smell her perfume."After it heals I can skin it again if you want it to be even less sensitive."And she kissed me. Then she looked at her watch and became brisk and professional again, reminding me I was just a patient."Get dressed." She ordered.I dressed, my cunt aching, as I walked I realised I couldn't close my legs properly, I felt as if I had undergone surgery. It would certainly take a while to heal. I felt as if I. " "How funny would it have been if he had come home ten minutes earlier?" Again you shrug dismissively. Sometimes it seems as though you care less about getting caught than I do. In fact, it almost appears as though you desire your boyfriend to find out. You had insinuated in the past that you would have no problem leaving him for me and almost welcomed the prospect. I didn't have the heart to tell you that there is no way in Hell I would ever enter into a serious relationship with you. My. I showed him the study, kitchen and even my daughter’s room (which she cleared up before leaving for her Residential Medical School). We then went to my bedroom.“Oh a double bed! Too large for just you.” He exclaimed and put his hands around my waist.“Darling, teach me the lessons of life” he whispered. I was a little taken aback at this, but felt helpless to do anything. I too wanted it and I had led him on. He was just taking it to the next level.He then pushed me on the bed. I was sitting on.