As if I wasn’t obvious enough, I slowly lick my lips. Ican almost hear your mind churning; you’re lookingaround the apartment looking for ... prop to use for anew sexual adventure. Whatever it is, I know that itwill be good.Your gaze settles on the ironing board. What do youhave in mind, I wonder. You turn me around and gentlyguide me over to the narrow end of the board. I hearyou pull down the zipper of your trousers, and then therustle of your pants dropping to the floor. Then. She raised them gently away from the softness of her legs and let them fall back with a faint, exciting snap onto her bare flesh. She raised herself off the bed, quickly pushed aside the crotchband of her bikini panties and let her fingers stray casually to the lips of her pussy: She plucked at the soft flesh, sliding her fingers along the warm, wet slit.They dipped slightly into her throbbing cunt-hole. She hesitated for a moment, thinking that she shouldn’t really be doing this, but she. I even let him catch me nude and toweling off after a shower, but never acknowledged it.I flashed back to the last time I saw him naked. I was bathing him when he was eleven. He stood as the tub drained and I rubbed him dry. When he lifted a leg to the tub edge, I couldn't keep pretending I didn't SEE anything. His four-inch pencil dick was stiff, very hard and swinging as I rubbed him down. When I rubbed his inseam, across his three pubic hairs and around his acorn sized balls, his stiffy got. She didn’t know what she was going to do. The first thing when getting home, was a shower to clean any evidence of sex from her body. She changed into clean clothes and buried the clothes that had the smell of Dijon lingering in the hamper. She tried to eliminate any signs of cheating. Her only problem, she couldn’t stop crying.Once Hector got home, she couldn’t look at her husband. Anytime he asked a question or tried to talk, she would choke up and almost begin to cry. Hector pulled his.