I never knew my real father so I took to Patrick as though he was my own.He was nothing special to look at. In fact, he was quite ghastly. He was shor... and dumpy, with a bushy grey beard, pockmarked nose and a potbelly. But he treated me so well, and he loved to cuddle me and play-wrestle in bed. He would grope my breasts and pinch me between my legs when we wrestled and I’d get a warm tingly feeling in my belly. It was great fun. I would sometimes feel his erection inside his trousers pressing. We considered a civil ceremony but we both want to be married in church. We don’t want anything big and fancy. Jack and I will just walk down the aisle together and present ourselves to God. We hadn’t planned any food or drink for a reception.”She said, “That’s no problem! I’ll get some of the class to help! We’ll take care of the whole thing! You won’t have to do anything! It will be soo exciting!”I could feel Jack next to me shaking with mirth. Don was looking at Stella and me smiling. I. She is curvy, in her mid 40s with striking confidence and great conversation skills. She might come across as snobbish and reserved at first sight but i saw the passionate and the smartness she had in her. Yes I get turned on by intelligent women who can carry on a good conversation. Her tits were big enough, plump enough to show the maturity and nourishment it had for those years.Her neck, flowing to lovely curve to her shaped shoulders. The shoulders I noticed the first time I saw her with. Don’t leave anything out.’ ‘My husband is sweet, romantic, and sensual. I want more, but he’s unwilling to change.’ ‘My dear if I’m going to help you, you need to tell me exactly what sort of power you want.’ The woman was leaning forward and Natalie could see how droopy her breasts were. Natalie took a deep breath and continued. ‘I want the sex to be more intense, more rough. I want him to be more aggressive. I really love him, but the sex is getting boring. It’s always the same positions..