She was standing in front of me, passive now. I put my left hand behind her neck and drew her to me, tilting her head, kissing her lightly on the lips... then with more urgency as her lips opened and accepted my questing tongue.I reached down with my other hand and finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it free of the skirt, then I pushed it off of her shoulders. I slid the hand behind her neck down inside the back of her blouse to help clear it off of her arms, letting it fall to the floor.. 18 years is a long time. He was 44 when he met Gretel, retired from Southern and occasionally doing consultation on how to preserve old train stations. Not that he needed to. He had lived frugally his entire life and had acquired quite a bit of money, as of soon he would be getting social security, his matched 401(k) was paying good money, and he'd been wise with his investment.Still, he worried about Gretel. She was not as frugal as he was, although she was not crazy with spending money. He. She broke their kiss, long enough to lean over and give John one. The heat from it went straight to his cock. She shifted allowing Dwayne full access to her wet, wanting pussy. They continued for a while until she suggested they go to the bedroom where they could get more comfortable. They walked arm in arm, her body shivered with excitement with each step. John wanted this night to be perfect; to see his wife Deana having pleasure with another man she loved and was secure with. Her face told. * * * * *All the above was taken mainly from my diary, with just the odd tweakfor it to make sense. Looking back I can't help admire Carol for thethorough way in which she brainwashed me. I do not admire hergenuinely held belief that I would want to be a virtual slave to thefour women. I don't really think that deep down she believed it, evenif I was brainwashed, otherwise why would it have been necessary totake all my money and assets?It didn't do any of them any good though. There were.