There are certain women in my life that I have never been able to shake. I was making the long drive back home to see one such girl after ten long and lonely years. Her name is Charity, and unfortunate as it was she had never lived up to that name with me. Instead, she began fucking my best friend and teasing me during my college days. Whether it was whispering to me that she was not wearing underwear, or rubbing her ass against my hard dick she always managed to deny my attempts to bed her. It was soon after we graduated that Chuck and Charity were married.
As I finally pulled into her driveway I decided right then and there today was going to be different. I knocked on the door, and saw a blonde figure peek through the shades. She opened the door, and gave me a big ol' hug on the neck, and I returned the favor with and added peck on the cheek. She seemed not to mind, and all of my fantasies began to race through my head like chickens in a barnyard.
"Where's Chuck?" I asked with the faint hope he was gone.
"In Seattle, on business," she quickly replied.
"Probably FUCKING another WHORE!" she shouted soon after.
Now it had been some ten years since I had seen Charity, but she quickly began blubber on about how Chuck had changed. I tried very hard to be supportive, but my eyes quickly focused in on her large breasts that were barely covered by her pink tank top. I was unaware, but I had developed quite a woody in my jeans at the very sight of her.
"It is nice to see I still have that effect on you, James," she whispered as she rubbed my crotch.
"You always have," I said, as I slowly leaned in to kiss her cheek once more.
"I need you, James" she squealed as she turned to kiss me full on the mouth.