Why couldn't I have just been satisfied with a simple good-bye — maybe an added good luck? It must have been that damn four-letter word again. The w...rd that starts with an l, but isn't "lust." Lust hadn't been in my thoughts for all the time she had been in my arms. My cock had stayed as dead as a cold, naked snail.But alas, yes, another organ had been highly involved — my heart. Damn foolish heart, stupid blood-pumping muscle. The same one that was rattling at my rib-cage right now.I cleaned. Before I had the courage to make a move, Ma’am asked to play a game of Truth or Dare. Their friendship was new so she did this to further understand my interests to see if they met her tastes.The game went on for a while and my requests were very tame as I was quite shy and didn’t want to seem pushy in case my assumption was incorrect. As things progressed Mistress’s dares were used to probe my interests. She was able to get my deeply suppressed kinks. At first it was simple stuff like being a. " I inhaled the aroma. "Smells great, too." I turned to her, and almost dropped my glass.My wife is not a tall woman. (For that matter, I am not a tall man.) She stands 5'3"—maybe. But she looks great. She's got a pair of tits that are proportionate, and while her ass is a little big for her body, it's as firm as a rock, and I'm only slightly exaggerating. She has a mostly flat stomach, killer legs and flawless skin.When I turned to her, she wore all black: thigh-high boots, stockings, thong,. Julie obeyed.There she stood - dressed in sexy lingerie, fishnet stockings and black heels. She could hardly believe or understand how it had moved so quickly. She was a Pastor’s wife doing something she had never even considered. But it was too late and the effect of the mango rum was kicking in. She giggled as she noticed Ed’s bulge had grown into a full fledged boner. Ed pulled the camera from his face and said, “what is it?” She pointed at his boner and said, “I guess you are enjoying.