This story is about what I would have done with D if he did accept my invitation. And that invitation remains open for him - so if you happen to read ...his, my hot friend D, write me back and let's talk more.We would meet somewhere near my home and I would give him a final chance to back off. Which I'm almost sure he would not do if he really made up his mind to do this with me.We would walk into my place and as soon as I shut my door I would give him a long, sexy, hot mouth on mouth french. It starts with a tingle in my nipples and a flutter in my stomach. I want you to be watching me. I rinse my hair, leaning back in rapture to let the water warm my face. I put both hands up into my hair, wanting you to see the way it lifts my breasts up. With my eyes closed I can almost hear your heavy breathing, but it’s only my own. For a minute I just let the water caress my skin, sliding my hands across my stomach and down to my hips. My nipples tighten thinking about you and I move my. I never thought of going to other woman since I care about my health and most importantly my wife’s. But something happened which changed me forever. One night, after my wife took her sedative pills and went to sleep, the baby was crying and my Mami(MIL) was feeding the baby and taking care of him. I went to see the baby in other bedroom and I don’t know what hit me, but the beauty of MIL was unbelievable. Though she is 45, my wife 25 pales in comparison. She has pretty face and better. She felt it necessary to dress up, disregarding her age or the usual age range many consider to be appropriate, it didn't seem right not to go out in an outfit fitting for the occasion. She snuck into Bulmas wardrobe whilst her daughter was in the process of passing over responsibility over Goku, hearing trunks' tirade reassurance to his mother of his safety. Browsing Bulmas cloth that mixed her usual wear that was used quite frequently, to her old wear that were dusty but admittedly quite.