Your hands are not idle. I can feel them stroking my back, long strokes that press me closer to you each time you make the pass from my shoulder to my...waist. The gentle pressing against each other is good; I feel the length of your cock against my thighsI reach down and capture it my fingers lightly stroking the soft hot skin.You are so hard I can feel its pulsing need, opening my thighs a bit to press it just inside the juncture of my thighs, the dampness from my arousal makes a slippery path. I held up my hand. She had barely enough control to subside back.“Listen to me just for a little. There is no way that you would lose your job if you married Trevor, or anyone you chose. Even if I wanted to fire you for that, and I DON’T, the law wouldn’t let me. Is that clear?”“But…” Alice was still furious. She turned on Trevor as if I wasn’t there.“How dare you discuss me with someone else!”She might have said more if I hadn’t interrupted.“Alice!” I shouted. I never shouted at her. The shock. We have been together for almost thirty years and we still fuck like honeymooners; four times a week on the average and usually, with foreplay, it lasts for better than half an hour. That's part of my problem. My wife has two kids by a previous marriage and they have grown up calling me dad. It is important, however, that you realize that I am not their biological father.My troubles all started when Jane (my stepdaughter) began telling her mother about the sad state of her marriage,. Wieder um sieben?" Ja, dann sind die Kinder im Bett. Aber bitte nicht als Cheerleader? Baby gefiel mir schon besser, aber du kannst mich ja ?berraschen? So, wie ich dich bis jetzt kenne, f?llt dir das nicht schwer. Ich bin gespannt! Tsch?ss!"*-*Endlich in meiner Wohnung zog ich mich bis auf den Bikini aus. An die langen Fingern?gel musste ich mich noch gew?hnen. Dann ging ich ins Bad. Im Spiegel bewunderte ich mich, war das wirklich ich in dem Bikini? Mir fehlten zwar, abgesehen von dem Busen,.