Maybe, maybe, maybe ... I could have gone on for hours on what may have been had things been different in my life. What I needed to do was learn to ad...apt again and work with the new hand dealt to me. The hand looked exceptionally good so far and I didn't want to waste it by wallowing in self-doubt.Gently I smiled at Renée, and reached up with the hand she held to stroke her cheek. My life started changing after I had met her. So far, she'd done nothing but guide me through so many good things. For the last two years Rick has been after me to satisfy his favorite fantasy. He wants to watch me have sex with another man. At first I told him no, but he has constantly been after me to do it and it has finally reached a point where I have to do it or tell him to take a hike. The problem is that I love him even if he is being an asshole about this and I really don't want a divorce. When I finally told him I would do it, I told him it would only happen under certain conditions. It couldn't. " "I can go deeper." And I did just that, feverishly forcing my cock as deep as I could in Diana's cunt. She grabbed my head and started riding my dick faster. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Play with my clit, baby. Please play with my clit." Diana leaned back and I used my thumb to rub her clit furiously. I felt her pussy tighten around me as her orgasm built up and she soon came hard. "Play with your tits. Show me how dirty you get when my cock is deep inside you." "Yes, Daddy." Last night I told Diana I. “So you couldn’t find another girlfriend?“I honestly just wanted to fuck a nasty slut and move on.” I realized I just called my mom a nasty slut but hoped she wouldn’t notice. “I can understand that.”“You can?”“Honey after your father left I had some trust issues, I didn’t want to let someone into my life that was just going to make me miserable. That’s why when we were having some money problems I let my friend Samantha talk me into joining the service.”“Holy shit Samantha is a hooker.