Feeling his finger tips slipping all over my back as the soap makes it slick and easier for him to caress. I can feel it as his fingers spread out all...the way then slowly he draws them back in till they meet. Then he moves down a little and does the same over and over again. Till he has covered my whole back and shoulders. MMMMMMMMM.. It is so relaxing to feel this in the water. As he rinses my back off he softly kisses my forehead and says he hopes I enjoy what he has planned. How can I tell. But when I came close to that feeling again I stopped, but I immediately felt this hand reach around my chest and down past my waist. Maggie's small, lotion filled hand wrapped around my cock that was impressively large for my age, and slowly began to stroke me off as Rayne stood there with her arms crossed with a little wet spot on her pussy that I could see through her cotton panties. What set me off is that my horny older sister was really enjoying this. Just as I got scared to follow. I lost track of Marsha, until the very afternoon of my fuck session with Stella in October. I had stopped off at a neighborhood bar on my way home and there was Marsha! Her and her husband had just returned to the states a couple weeks earlier and moved back into the house they had rented out when he was transferred. It was about four in the afternoon and the bar was yet to hit its happy hour apex. We talked a while and I flirted shamelessly, leering at her cleavage—she recalled a few of. What he read just tore at his soul. This was not the woman that he had know for the last 7 years. This was a woman who longed to be loved. She felt unloved and unsatisfied in not just her marriage but in her husband. He could not believe it. He knew that things hadn’t been great but this… He read of her wants and desires that he never knew about. He had to force himself to close the book and put it down. He just sat on the bed as if someone had just told him the world was ending. For him it.