” “Yes Sir,” I whisper, setting myself up to take all he dispenses, wanting to make him proud of me. “There you go,” he murmurs while cont...nuing his slow teasing administration at my neck. “Now let me see how wet you are for me.” His hand glides from my breast, over my stomach, and gathers the fabric of my skirt, raising the hem. I know what he’ll find. I’m soaking, not only my sex dripping wet with my juices, but my thighs sticky as well. He gently nudges my feet apart with his own, his. Was he good looking? At thirty-six when we met, with his 5'9", 200 pound body and his neat, clean cut appearance, he'd looked younger than he was and compared favorably with my less mature classmates. Now, four years later, having added another twenty-five pounds, mostly around his waist, and with his hairline rapidly receding, he was beginning to look more like my father than my husband.The sex had seemed fine at first; I really didn't have much to compare it with and I think I'd been so happy. Baby, I smiled, that hot chocolate looks so amazing, yet so evil. I try. And, theres not a lot of food you can make for your girlfriend that doesnt eat much red meat, so, bear with me, he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Dallas pulled the chair out for me, and before I sat, I ran over to his and pulled it out. He plopped down then said, Such a lady. I know. Okay, before I drink this, whats in it? I giggled. Dallas cocked one of his eyebrows. You really wanna know? I nodded and he sighed. “Seriously? I am not climbing that! You’ll be on your own!”She knew better. He might not care to risk his skin for strangers and he might whine like a cheated merchant but he wasn’t one to let a companion rush into danger alone either. Although given the route she had chosen he might not be able to follow her for a while.The cliff face was dotted with numerous hand- and foot-holds and she was able to scramble up the sheer rock as easily as a child climbing a tree. As she approached the top of.