“Is it a sour type of cream?” he asked. “Like quark? We do have quark now.”“I have no idea what that is.”“It’s a kind of a very mild s...ur cream.”“Oh no no, the cream I’m thinking of isn’t sour. It’s a little sweet. And it’s always served warm.”“Warm?”“Yes. Maybe poured over some sticky buns or hotcakes? I just can’t get enough of the stuff.”“Where have you had it?”“Oh, I’ve had it all over. Especially when I go down south. That’s where I usually get it. But I would love it if I could get it up. This is going to be quite detailed and long and is going to be rather very long. Note that I will try and let the natural feelings evolve out of the characters and hence make it more interesting. If you are looking for just a sexual encounter, I would be totally disappointing you on that front as this is not going to start with any such occurrence.My wife and I had had a very good sexual life. But, in spite of that I felt that there was something interestingly missing even though we had had a. My arms are on its sides and she places one on her hip. I let it naturally fall. Satisfied I’m still asleep , as she thought, she stays a slow but deep thrust to where it comes out but like skill she pushes deep back into her last millisecond. I moan after a handful of times. She hears me as she picks up the pace. My hand this time holds her thigh where the crease of her butt cheeks meet her thighs. Her arousal heightens at the touch. I let my body naturally take control by thrusting with her.. She worked her way down to my waist, undid my jaeans from the front and pulled them down my legs. I kicked of my sandals and stepped out of my jeans. I felt like a Greek god with her as my slave paying homage to my holy body. She continued to rub the cool cream into my skin, starting at my ankles and working up to my crotch. I just stood there absorbing all this pleasure, looking at her caressing and massaging by body. “These will be removed”, she said and tugged at my innerwear. I helped her.