She was amused by my dumbfound expression but how do you manage to insert it your panty will come in the way? I blurted out because I don’t wear one.... She drew her chair back and parted legs and showed me her clean shaved glistening pussy. She drew her chair close again put her elbows on table and motioned me to come closer see and I immediately understood your problem because your wife and myself are sisters in that sense. I get excited only in public places and danger of detection thrills. .. Aaah... Just try not to h-hurt me, I'm begging you... Ga-ahhh... I'm already y-yours... Don't h-rt me... Pl--se..."Fuck, her crying, humiliated tone, made me even harder. She was admitting her submissiveness, my dominance over her, but imploring me to have pity on her. That was almost as good as struggling and fighting... Actually, that could be even better.I grabbed her by the hair, like a ponytail, close to her scalp, and yanked her head in a way I could partially see her face. Then I took. I knew it. I knew it. It’s like if you were addicted to heroin, and someone said that you could sleep in a bed of heroin as long as you didn’t inhale it. Really? May I lie down beside the thing I want more than anything else in the world but not actually know what it feels like. Thank you.I made it through about a week, of just lying there, eyes open, for hours. Sleep would not come. She’d roll over, her body against mine. Or she’d fall asleep on my chest, just a thin pair of boxers and tank. I knew his eyes were following my legs. I was in a state of arousal and my lack of underwear made the tops of my thighs shine with my vaginal lubrication, as my labia slid deliciously against each other, massaging my swollen clitoris, and producing more lubrication, by the top of the flight of stairs I was in the throes of an orgasmic state.The door was ajar, and as I pushed into the room, the air was thick with the stench of fresh semen. I held my nose high, like a wine connoisseur, sniffing.