Divorced Friends With Benefits - Part Two
Their sexual desires override their friendship
Christie and I damn near ran up the wet stairs into her back porch and into the house. She went straight towards the couch, and I was right on her tail. We kept up the frantic pace of kissing and touching. About a minute in she stopped, pulled back, and asked, “Are we making a mistake?” “We can’t stop now,” I told her. “We’ve crossed that line. Besides, I haven’t got you off yet,” I said with a devilish grin. Christie sli...