I didn’t tell Joyce this, but I thought she was foolish if she thought that I couldn’t rip her pants off. Now, I tried something different. I thought to myself, I’m bigger and stronger than her. I began to concentrate solely on her swollen button. At least that’s what I thought. My wife and I had been dating for over a year. I’m sure that Joyce and I had been wrestling with each other for at least half an hour. So, readers, was it consensual sex on that 4th of July, or, was it rape? I’m sure that Mrs. After that night, whenever I tried to rip her pants off, it only took two or three minutes to get them down. I knew that I shouldn’t have shoved Sue the way I did. I’m sure that Mrs. Before I got to fuck Joyce, I ripped her pants off dozens of times. Soon we were in the narrow hallway. A couple of seconds later I popped her right foot out or her pants leg. It took me a long time before I had the nerve to feel Joyce’s breasts.
