“Oh, come on!” she pushed.“I don’t have any wild stories,” I said.“A gentleman,” Liz retorted. “OK, fine. Let me ask you this: You’l... do anything I want when we’re naked but you don’t ever ask me to do anything crazy. Why is that?”“It’s a guy thing,” I replied.“You’ll have to explain that to me,” Liz said, turning over on her side. The movement caused the nipple covering to slip again and also pulled to the side the small amount of fabric between her legs.“Guys are pretty terrible at reading. She stepped back slightly, then lifted her dress to show the black full-backed panties she was wearing. ‘No free looks at my ass tonight, Stan!’ She giggled as she lowered the hem again, ‘Ooh, I feel like a teenager again. It’s all your fault, you know!’ Stan closed his eyes, and then reopened them, expecting the world to have changed back. It hadn’t. Anne was still there, in the doorway, a vision in dark purple, light golden hair piled up and back on the top of her head. He shook his head,. Amy wanted to change into something more comfortable, so she invited me to sit down on the couch and wait. I thanked her for her hospitality and sat down. While I waited, I looked around the apartment. It had a lounge, which shared the kitchen, and there were two other rooms. One was the bedroom that Amy went into. The other was most probably the bathroom. The lounge had one large comfortable couch that I could imagine Amy sat writing her stories. Also in the room, a computer was setup in one. He carried on teasing her. Using his light touch he could keep her on the edge of an orgasm for a good few minutes. 'Beg for it,' he teased. 'I beg, I beg, I beg,' she panted. He applied a little more pressure to her engorged clit and she convulsed and writhed in pleasure. 'Oh god, that's amazing. Yes, yes, yes,' she shouted. 'You naughty, needy whore,' he chastised. His cock was twitching in anticipation of his wife's arse.He would need to be patient but he was sure he could persuade her to.