>Friday, May 23rd (night)Hi, Marsh,I haveta tell you about what happened today. It's just so -- ga! do I usethe word Weird a LOT, or what? But whatever. Do you. She was no longer thinking of Mike or Ted, but of her husband, and the things they had discussed, trying to picture in her mind how it would have been, his cock and another cock, both of them hard and in her hands, in her cunt and in her mouth.As she imagined the excitement, she opened the top of her dress and fondled her tits, twisting at her stiff nipples, her ass writhing on the mattress. She purred softly as heat swelled wetly between her thighs. Sliding one hand down, she pulled her dress. I helped her to her feet, gently toweled off her glistening face, and embraced her. She hugged me back, really squeezing me tight, which calmed my fears that I may have gone too far with her. I held her at arm’s length, and looked straight into her sparkling blue eyes: “Do you still hate me?” I asked. She returned my gaze, smiled broadly, and emphatically nodded her head “yes”. Then she hugged me again.“Shower time!” I announced, “And maybe afterward you’ll let me kiss you all over and make. I feel orgasm building up. "Oh, shit!" I cried out as I ejaculated all over my hand. My body twitched. One day, I was out driving and saw Todd Bittle walking on the side of the road. I drove up to him in my shiny black Porsche."Toddy."Todd was tall, gorgeous with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He turned to me looking surprised. "Bruce Burnett?" Hey, dude, let's go grab a drink together?" I suggested, my eyes lingered down to his crotch area and thought of sucking his cock. "Sure," he replied..

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