I increased my speed and she also pulling me with her hands in my waist. The pleasure can not be described. The warmth of her tight pussy wall in my s...aft, touch of her warm body all over me! It was a dream that I was floating from one stream of pleasure to another.She was biting her lips and looking straight into my eyes demanding more and I was continuously creasing her boobs and kissing her. With every stroke she was moaning very softly like “ um.. um.. um..”. That sound was making me much. “I learned a VERY important secret!”“What’s that?”“That sex isn’t what I thought it was, and I’m actually very happy for that.”“Care to explain?”“Well, besides the obvious part about making babies, I always thought it was going to be something I did to show my husband that I loved him. You know, something I did for him. But that’s not really what it’s about. Saying I do it with you doesn’t even scratch the surface of what it expresses. The physical part is awesome, but it’s so much deeper than. I quickly sat down on the bed, holding the paper in my right hand. My left hand was in front of my mouth, which I tend to do when I am thinking intensely. It was now decision time. It had been a great play so far. To take it to the next level was fraught with danger, but also had a promise in it of being highly satisfying. My brain told me one thing, my dick another. My dick won. I walked down the stairs. The corridor was empty and I walked to her room. Just as I was about to knock, I noticed. Janet felt his hardness and pressed against it.“Mmmmm ... that’s the Jim Olsen I remember,” she murmured as the kiss broke. “I need some of this,” she added, squeezing his dick through his slacks before walking away to say goodbye to some relatives.The voice of Jim’s conscience was screaming. How could he betray Sarah Jane so easily? Wasn’t she the love of his life? Questions and rationalizations bubbled up through the haze of lust. Was she being celibate over there in jolly old England? She’d.