I awoke to hear his steady breathing and feel the weight of his arm across my thigh. His fingers rested gently against my sex, making tiny movements w...th his breathing. I eased my way out of the bed and went to the toilet. When I returned, he was sitting on the side of the bed looking somewhat confused. “What is it, love?” I asked, concerned. “I couldn’t remember,” he said. “Then I saw you. It’s all clear now. Hey, I thought you said no ‘L’ word?” “Och, it’s just a turn of a phrase,” I scoffed.. .? I went with the flow of your demands for dirty talking, (never once typing out on my distracting concern that you were simultaneously cybering in different conversations, I being one among many... which, now that it is on the table, does explain the wishful thinking that delays in cybering were for your attending to your own sensations, my taking credit for driving you past the point of being responsive only while keyboarding back to me). Getting off again with you the next time we were. As I gained some practical experience about sex at my childhood, I became a sex-maniac and whenever I got chance I tried to fuck any aged girls or women with many tricks without applying force or at least to peep the uncovered boobs and pussies from hidden places when they change attires.I always find the chance to touch teats and breasts of sleeping girls or women. I think always believe “sex is one kind of art”. So I want to share the real stories of those incidents of my life with yours. I. “I’m not totally sure what the ‘leather’ stage is,” he told the wolf, “but these seem to fit the description even though it hasn’t been as long as the article suggested it would take. Must be the dryness and the heat in here,” he decided. “Whatever. I’m going to try burnishing the things. If I screw up something and I can’t fix it, I’ll just make another one.”Taking one of his latest jars, he sat on his padded rock and, using a beautifully smooth stone he had found in the bathing area of the.