He listened until I was finished. Then we just went to bed. It was almost 3AM. The next day he seemed distant and preoccupied. That afternoon he went ...out and didn't come home until the next day. After that he rarely wanted to have sex with me. When we did do it we both came away from it dissatisfied. Things deteriorated badly. Finally we had a terrible argument. When he let it slip that he couldn't stand the idea that I had let another man fuck me, I knew it was the end. I'd done things his way. "Do you like it Wynne?" Oh yes, thank you." What do you like about it?"The question seemed quite innocent on its face. It could almost bemistaken for friendly, but Wynne suddenly felt subject to a strange kindof pressure. The question was just a little too direct. A little too muchlike an interview question. Like there was a right and a wrong answer."Um......I like that the skirt has a high waist...." Yes," said Tony. "And why do you like that particularly?Wynne looked to Amanda for help, but. I heard a load motorcycle pull up. Dina jumped up oh boy he’s here!! she ran out the front door. Grabbing her tiny purse. See you later be good. She said. I looked out the front window and got a good look at this Roosevelt guy. He was on one of those crotch rockets. He wasn’t that tall 5’1 1” he had big muscular arms. But what was shocking was that he was kind of fat. He had a gut and was pretty much over weight but for his arms. His hair was done in two corn rows that cane down in two long pig. ...when in Vegas..." We kissed some more and she was a really good kisser. I moved to her neck, to her earlobe, kissing softly but occasionally getting more aggressive with a bit of light biting. She loved it and returned the favor. Before long i had her bra off and was massaging her breasts as we made out. Eventually i made it down to he nipples....sucking, biting, licking each one. I could hear how heavy her breath was. At this point, there was no going back. She had started to grind he pussy.