Wieder musste ich eine Augenuntersuchung über mich ergehen lassen. Diesmal war es aber anders. Wir gingen zwar auch in einen gesonderten Raum und ich...musste mich auch in den Untersuchungsstuhl setzen. Auch das die Optikerin mir sehr nah kam, war mir logisch. Diesmal musste ich aber in ein Gerät schauen. Aber auch hier traf mich der Schlag. Nein ich sah keine Striche oder Zahlen. Ganz im Gegenteil was ich zu sehen bekam waren zwar Bilder aber auf diesen Bilder konnte man auch ohne Brille nackte. Fystee sweeps the piles of random literature from her desk clearing a nice spot to mount Pixie upon it. Pixie can still smell the alcohol on Fystee's breath and wonders just how good of a night she did have. Fystee throws the length of licorice she is still holding over the desk and traps Pixie between the her and the desk. Smiling with a twinkle she leans into Pixie for a gentle kiss while raising her arms over her head. She continues to get more forceful and she leans Pixie backwards onto. If I didn't know better, with her handing me the soap and all, I'd have thought she wanted me to stick my cock right back in her. I squeezed some soap in my hand, put the bottle down and rubbed my hands together, and then brought them around to her front, planting them right on her tits.I rubbed them around, working her breasts as much as I could, going over and over her perky little nipples as much as I could. I eventually started moving one hand south, as I brought my body in close to hers,. So I started to write again.*I had originally discovered the pleasures of online erotica nearly ten years earlier when Peter and I were going through a ‘dry period’ in our marriage. It had also been around the time of my first ‘near-miss’ with Tony, as I now thought of it.Coincidental? Maybe!At that time I had investigated erotic stories on the internet as a way of addressing some of the sexual frustrations that the problems in our marriage were causing. Back then there were no ‘Fifty Shades’.