The smell of his musk coats my thoughts...As you explain your wishes and rules over the great dinner you prepared, the story your eyes shared with me ...as clear as you twirled the ends of your well dressed brown hair. When i'd respond, your expression was as though my words had melted your eyes. The way they met mine and trickled down my body.All the while, my thoughts are of what I desired yours to be..Before bed we sit in the bar room while drinking and discussing school. As I begin to thank. I was out of my mind, I was humping my poor nephew, and what'a more I knew I was going to achieve an orgasm.My legs ached, and now as I had set up a rhythm, I reached forward and slipped my hands slipped below his buttocks and I pulled him deep inside, relaxed and pulled again, over and over.I rode his smallish cock, caressed and coddled it with my tight vaginal muscles, grunted and groaned, finally releasing a flood of warm water as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss swept my body, I had used. Then she stood went over to the dresser came back and handed me a little jar and turned the tv on. she told me she gonna stream a video to the tv. she also told me she wanted to to inhale from this little jar every time the video tells me too. she tells me to lay on my stomach to watch. she is sitting behind me rubbing my ass. the video starts off with kinda fast music and a girl voice commanding me to listen to the hit counter in the corner and inhale what she says too. and the lady on the. Not a good thing to do, but I will say in my defence that as my wife was in love with the bottle, Gin and Tonic was her favourite, so no one could be actually sure whether she was tippling or not, our love life was virtually zero. It’s no easy task to make love to someone who reeks of alcohol. Brenda, my wife didn’t appear to be bothered by our lack of intimacy, her next drink was far more important. I tried to get her to admit the problem, her Doctor tried, her mother tried, even our daughter,.