Rosalie Wren slumped on the laundry room floor, her limbs weak and shaky. The washing machine thumped and vibrated in its spin cycle as she withdrew h...er hand from the waistband of her sweatpants and wiped it on the pile of dirty clothes waiting their turn to be washed. She was alone.As much as she had hoped otherwise, the kitchen sink was still full of last night’s dishes. She sighed and swished a soapy rag around a tea glass as the hum of a mower came to life on the other side of the kitchen. I grabbed both ankles and wrenched her legs apart and dragged her backside across the floor. Kneeling close to her still quivering cunny, I positioned the head of my cock at her eager entrance. She let her shoulders drop and still holding her ankles up I rammed my prick into her, filling her completely.She sucked in a lungful of air as I held my thrust steady. I then started a slow sawing motion, withdrawing my cock and pushing down on her legs to maximize the friction against the inside. One party sticks in my mind, not so much because of the story I am about to share but because the girl that was throwing the party was H O T and I wanted her, she knew it but she was loyal to her douche bag HS boy friend. The crazy biker party were I met my future wife, Renee, resulted in this same Hottie falling down my basement stairs and knocking out her two front upper teeth. She came into my room holding her broken teeth with blood running out of her mouth. I dipped my finger in her mouth. I felt my cock starting to get hard just thinking about it. She seemed a little disappointed that she had missed an opportunity for a threesome. Little did she know I most frequently fantasized about watching her fuck another man.I convinced her to pick someone. She wanted someone who would be a little shy, but still man enough to take her body for pleasure.She had someone in mind. I didn't know him very well but it didn't really matter to me so we planned on him coming over to our house for.