Before I know it, I have finished my second glass of wine. Not wanting to discontinue my pleasure, I use my toes to push myself up so I can reach over...the side of the bath for the bottle when I catch a glimpse of your feet out of the corner of my eye. Turning sheepishly towards the doorway like a naughty child caught red handed, I see you leaning casually against the door frame and can tell that you missed the worst of the storm. Your clothes are only slightly damp, but still damp enough for. I wasn't complaining of course and I was getting sex everyday and Debs wanted more and more nasty, taboo and depraved role play and would cum hard with both my cock and her dildos.After one such evening we were having a glass of wine in the garden and chatting. Debs said she needed a holiday and hopefully getting away from it all might slow her sex drive down a bit so she can try and get some normality back. As it was mid September it should also be quiet.I looked for a deal and found a self. ” ‘ Oh Baby Girl” (my nickname for her since the day she was born). I held her so tightly trying to feed on her positivity.” “Martin”, Denise says, “Please forgive this long story. I feel better with every word.” I stand up, give her a quick hug and a deep kiss. “It’s ok. My love for you grows with every word.” “I’m not done” she says. “Go on.” I say. Denise continues. “We break our hug, grab each other’s hands. Toni steps back. There before me stands the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.. He did not find the solace he sought. Images of the happenings there shook his brain around and once again he pulled the folded sketch of himself from one of the many pockets of his trousers. He stared at it again, tracing his true profile with one slim finger wondering how anyone could portray him looking so peaceful. Scowling at himself he folded the paper and shoved it back in his pocket. Why was he here? Thomas could have kicked himself for how smitten he seemed.Finally with ten minutes to.