“Damn, you caught me,” she replied before pressing her hot wet core against his dick. Oliver moaned, squirming awkwardly beneath her. Aria grinned... and slid his now throbbing cock deep into her waiting folds. Oliver’s hands gripped her hips tightly, his fists clenching as she bit down on his neck. He thrust his hips upwards to move in deeper. She smiled and slid all the way down onto him, moving harder and faster. Aria kissed him firmly, and he moaned into the kiss as she came down onto him. I knew that others were like me. And he was actually using his good hand along with his arm where the hand used to be. Just the way I would do sometimes now. Feeling the loss but still feeling the old hand still there.Dancing was the most sensual art in the world. The most beautiful and the most lustful, as well."Does it upset you, little one, to have me touch myself this way while you dance? I love ballet and, you have to understand, it is wonderfully pleasing to see your poor dancer's feet.. Paper was made available but a large slate was used too. Having two shifts allowed the children to learn a trade or at least find out how to cook. Boys and girls took all the trades and women were being encouraged to take up teaching. The male teachers didn't like this but there was little they could do.There were jobs for women too and many mothers worked. This meant daycare but the parents had to support this with me. I was a capitalist with a very strong social conscious but I did not want. " After getting online a few times I noticed John's profile. He was good looking and about 5 years younger than me. I messaged him and he messaged back and we talked like this off and on for a week or two. Then luckily for me, my wife had to travel out of town for business. The first night she was gone I jumped online eager to see if John might be online. He was and my heart started pounding and my cock started to react. I messaged him and let him know of my situation. He gladly invited me to.