I pour liquid soap over my dangling dick and picture a woman on her knees, blowing me. Not even a twitch. For fuck's sake, what's happening? Dropping ...y unresponsive cock, I bang my fist into the tile again and again and again. I lose control of my emotions and bow my head underneath the showerhead, letting the running water hide my pouring tears. Make no mistake, I love my wife. However, I'm not sure I like her anymore. We are definitely not the same two people who married so many years ago.. This was the rough country of the East Staffordshire moorlands. The dry walls of brown gritstone were tumbled down and patched with cracked posts and rusty barbed wire. The fields were small and going back to sedge and bracken. Black faced sheep ignored the boundaries and made a living as best they could. The farms were surrounded by ranks of rusting machinery abandoned by successive generations.Despite it's unthriftyness the moor had character. The light was like mother-of-pearl beneath the. As I sat back in my chair, I said “Time to give her a hard pounding fuck. You think you can take a pounding from his cock, Nuzhat?” While looking directly at me, you grabbed him by his shaft, led him over and you both stood in front of my chair. The chair had high armrests on it, you bent over facing me, propped your arms on the armrests and spread your legs apart to show you were ready for him to pump you from behind. As he got into position, he gave your ass a few hard spanks and still. "May I kiss you?" Laura asked softly.Ada nodded. "I've... been wishing you would. All night." She smiled, shyly.It's like a first date, Laura realized as they brought their faces closer together. Like we never kissed before. That's why we're both so nervous.Her lips pressed against Ada's sensual mouth, curving slowly into Ada's full lips, and she could feel Ada actually quivering as they slowly embraced. They kissed chastely at first, no tongues. Laura did not want to rush things. Anyway, she.