He is incredibly handsome and sexy but he makes me feel like I’m sexy. He makes me feel like someone wants me. He kisses me passionately and touches...me all over and I feel good again. I’m smiling loads and it’s because he wants me. My husband doesn’t and I don’t know why and I have tried all sorts but I gave up after years of trying and even told him so. I found Dave and he says I’m sexy but he makes me believe it. I have to message mark and let him know as he does enjoy hearing about what I’m. I massaged her till thighs for 20-30 min with her night gown on inner thighs.. when I saw panty I couldn’t control again and started caressing my hands on it.. She again cried though she didn’t say anything.I pulled her panty down she shouted once and then went quiet.I fingered her and licked her pussy again. She cried with dead expression without any words. Then onwards when she comes to massage I removed her panty first and massaged … She tried to stop a few times but she knew she had sex. Inside we were shown into the lounge, a large room with two biggish sofas and a few armchairs. Our host, Jimmy, disappeared to the kitchen and reappeared with a couple of bottles of wine which he poured and handed a glass to each of us. The guys helped themselves to various drinks, mainly spirits or beers.'Okay, girls, it's time to get naked,’ said Jimmy. Not wanting to disappoint we put our glasses to one side and slipped our dresses off our shoulders. 'The stockings and heels you can keep. Helen gasped, furious at her own involuntary surge of interest. "Art!" Yeah!" He crossed to the bed and threw back the covers.Too late, Helen snatched at the edge of the blanket. She shrieked. "ART! For God's sake, what's gotten into you!" It's getting into you that's got me worked up right now, puss." Oh, damn it, Art! That's disgusting!" She turned her back to him.The mattress sagged beneath his weight and she felt his hand on her shoulder. He bent over her and tried to kiss her, but she.