We were in our mid late 20s and this guy was I’m his 50’s, very good looking guy, toned and hung. Looked like a George Cloony type guy and to be f...air the guy had serious game. The messages I found were shocking but at the same time very horny and making me thing quite a lot about a new found feeling of someone else fucking my girlfriend.i could go on for quite a while about the messages and the pictures that went with them. It seems they had been video calling and watch each other play with. Alice’s little diversion to the research library was at the dark skinned fellow’s suggestion and she knew her quick obedience was a dead give-away of her sordid past and her weakness when in the presence of an oversized cock with serious intent.She followed his instructions to grab her ankles and after he jerked down her expensive French undies she was relieved to feel his nudging into her feminine folds rather than her tiny tight rear door that was no match for his huge girth and length with. My love for him felt boundless and I needed to express it to him in the most basic way a woman can.Our lazy rhythm established itself. To please him as much as I could, I gripped his cock on the bottom of his thrust again, only this time I held the tension as he withdrew from me. At the top of the stroke I released him and tried to open myself as much as possible letting him slid into me effortlessly. I then gripped him and repeated the cycle. My gripping and releasing timed to coincide with. They had a set of medical scales, you know, the big scientific-looking things. I couldn't resist standing on them. I’ve lost almost twenty pounds.”“Oh God,” she said, “Really?”“Science doesn't lie.”“Is that because of me?”“Did I tell you I was going on a diet?”“I don’t think so.”“Exactly.” I sat on the bed. “Do you know why you haven’t noticed?”“Yes,” she said, her face moving from puzzled to sad regret as she spoke. “Because I neglected you, ignored you while I was hooked on wild adventures.”.