Again I chanced a glance at Naci as she was rapidly making something else that looked many times more foul than the first she’d handed me.“Slow hu...band or you will be sick far longer than either of us have time for.” She told me as she held the foul brew to my lips. By all that was holy! I almost retched just from the smell alone, though as I thought, it was nothing compared to the absolute horrid taste.It took everything I had to not completely loose the full contents of my stomach. Then. So much so that it was in our fourth week that she used the ‘L’ word in a sentence just as naturally as could be. I nearly gasped, paused mentally, and then continued texting as if nothing important had happened. But, or course, something important HAD happened, and no one could take it back. You see, both Melany and I had broken the rules of a sex-based relationship. At the local strip bar or on a sex-site over the Internet, one thing no one does is get serious about feelings. All sorts of. Their angle meant that Rob's member was rubbing off the front of Jane's inner passage and the sensation was amazing. He moved his hands from her breasts down her stomach, circling her pierced belly button and eventually made his way to her pink, pulsing clit. They pounded away as he massaged her little hood and began to feel her clamp down on his cock. She was close. 'Fuck me faster, flick my clit' Jane screamed and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Rob gave it everything and pumped. He lives with his eighteen year old step-daughter Mandy. Ever since his wife Eve died his secret desire about wanting to have sex with Mandy has turned into a full blown obsession. Her jet black hair, piercing blue eyes and petite curvy body has fueled many of his late night stroke sessions.At first he was content with just fantasizing about what the two of them could do, if such a thing wasn't taboo. Now, he wanted to do more than just view an image in his mind. He needed to feel his lips on.