It was soft and tender, none of the usual force and lust that I had become accustom to. She slowly moved her hips bringing me to a fully erect state. ...he sat up on top of me. Her toned stomach with a soft outline of her abs flexing as she now started to grind her pussy against my pubic bone. I reached up and played with her breasts. Even though I had seen them many times I was still amazed at how large they were and how solidly they sat on her chest. You would swear that they were fake. I took. “I’m just a little tired, that’s all.” “Stacie, don’t lie to me.” I looked at her for a long time. She looked wonderful standing there in the waist deep water, her body hard and wet. Her hand was almost touching mine. I suddenly felt a nervous tension in my belly. “I know what you need,” she said. “Oh, you do. And what’s that?” “Another drink, of course. Be right back.” . Other than that, he went home. And, he always went home on the weekends.He loved his wife very much, and missed her when he couldn't get home. He always called and talked with her on those days.I called his office. I knew he was in. After they answered, I requested to speak with John Avery-Smythe."Tell him it's Tom Wilshire. I think he will speak to me," I said to the secretary who answered.A moment later, the well modulated tones of lord Avery-Smythe was on the other end."Tom? What a pleasant. Care, of course, had to be taken with sensitive nipples and pussy lips. Only my brush, the one with the soft bristles, was used to slowly stroke and tease those parts. Sarah watched me slide the brushes over her body. She moaned each time I caressed her nipples and swollen lips with the bristles. There were two scarves. One was wet with my pre-cum. The other, while damp, was still usable. Just as Sarah had dragged the scarf over the head of my cock, making my swollen head all red and sensitive,.