Wet. Hot. I explored further, seeking the opening of what I imagined to be the gates to heaven.Her hand grasped my wrist. I thought she was going to s...op me. She didn’t. “Inside...”I slid that finger gently in.“Deeper.” Then “Ahhhhh...” And she tugged me, trying to get me atop her, her legs spreading, welcoming.I moved my hand away, holding her. If we were going to rub things together, then...“Yesssss. Right there. I wanna feel it. Us together,” she spoke through a flurry of kisses.Sooner or. "He smiled a ruthless smile. "Well princess, I'm sure you understand, nothing in life is free. I have something you want. You want money. What do you have that I want?"I shrugged my shoulders as a strange feeling started in my stomach. "I'm sure I don't know dad. Why don't you tell me what you want."He asked me to stand up, and I did, still unsure of what he was getting at. He looked me over admiringly. I had taken extra care with my appearance, and my long dark hair was hanging down my back,. He had left his well worn tighty whiteys on the bathroom floor after taking a shower and I found the little white nest of scent filled man smells just laying under the bathroom vanity and could not resist the desire to pick them up and hold the well worn crotch to my nose and deeply inhale the deep odorous man smells he left in his underwear. They were musky and filled with his pheromones from his balls and musky asshole and it drove me crazy and led to a immediate uncontrollable physical. Because of the preserve, they had ultimate privacy. Not a person, not a house, nothing but trees and the lake could be seen from their terrace.Their first night in their new house, Bob had brought takeout home. You guessed it, from McDonald's.Mandy had laughed as she saw the take out bag and squealed in delight. After a dash to hug and kiss her husband, they went to the "Terrace In The Sky" as they called it and sat, chatting about the day.Mandy always ate faster and with great enthusiasm. She.