Would I take the opportunity, or would I be strong? I guess you never truly know unless it happens. Well, it happened; and I slept with an Asian girl ...f about twenty-five, maybe thirty years of age. I suppose the best you can say is that, at the time, it seemed like a good idea. No, don't get me wrong: in retrospect, it was not the cleverest thing to have done, but the Gemini in me has no regret. Even when you're over fifty and have a high sex drive - and I am and I do - it's nice to know that. "Gina, are you sure you should be doing that?" I asked, not wanting her to stop, but also not wanting to cause her any further grief."There is still one place I haven't been able to scrub, and there is only one thing I can think of that will get all off it. I need you to wash away the last bit of him," she told me, and I knew she wasn't talking about her memory.I picked her up, and carried her into my room. Robin gave a small laugh when she saw us, and I realized we probably looked a sight, me. She said it was a dirty thing to do and she hated it. Sex for us had always been boring missionary with the only oral coming from me. She thought it was fine for me to go down on her but she never returned the favor.Watching her now I could scarcely believe it was the same woman. Master moved slightly to the side pulling Beth along with him and I now had a clear view of his huge cock sliding in and out of my wife’s mouth. He glanced over at me winking and smiling while pulling my wife’s face. The night before, I had explored my body in the mirror and with my hands. At that time, my pussy’s lips had remained closed, my clit hidden. I had not been turned on as my explorations were non-sexual. This was not the case, now.As my fingers explored my vulva; teasing my labia open, they found a moist, oily, wetness, which, when I brought them to my lips, had a musky, yet pleasant taste. All through this, my father remained in my imagination as the one touching me. I had never had such.