Then I had car trouble and the repairs cost much more than I could afford. Sex Fucking…in the kitchen, in the shower, on the sofa….whenever, wherever.”
As he said this, he pulled my t-shirt over my head, releasing my boobs so they dangled and swayed in front of me. Evenings usually included a quick fuck in the kitchen or bent over the dinette table as soon as we both got home from work. I could barely stand up. Fortunately, Trent’s hand between my legs helped hold me up as my knees became weak from my climax. I could barely stand up. Trent and I sat next to each other and ate the meal I had prepared while I fondled his flaccid shaft under the table, and he toyed with my breasts and nipples in between bites. Right about the time I got engaged to Scott, Trent got promoted at work and ended up moving overseas. Afterwards, we always showered together before getting dressed for work. His hands always seemed to find my big tits and ass cheeks whenever we wrestled, too, so I was pretty sure his interest was piqued, as well.
