My wife and I love each other, and overall we share the responsibilities of running our household, our work lives, and raising our children. I would n...t abdicate my responsibilities and my wife respects my opinions. In short, this story is about our sex life, not to be confused with the rest of our life. Donna and I both have careers as professionals in our respective fields. We both experience a lot of stress in our careers. All that being said, you must be wondering why in the world would a. And then James slowly pushes his little finger into my anus. Oh, my God, that feels SO good! The squirmy, tingly, electric feeling is building and building and all of a sudden my guts feel like they’re melting, and the sensations are so intense, I’m coming and it feels like it’ll never end. I don’t want it to. I’m screaming and moaning and crying out and I can’t stop and I don’t want to stop.This is my favorite part of the process, whether I’m getting spanked or whether it’s my brothers. . I told Lajja to make herself useful and to spot me while I bench pressed a few. I didn’t plan to lift a lot of weight. I mainly just wanted to get a little pumped up. Lajja stepped up to the bar just above my head and bent over slightly to help me lift the bar. As she bent over I couldn’t help but to look straight up her shirt. All I could focus on was her white lace bra. I wanted to reach up and tear it off her body. It reminded me of the summer days out by the pool or in the Jacuzzi staring. I didn't even feel a girl's breast until college. Was I reliving my puberty with a fourteen-year-old girl?I was going to bring up my wife again, but that argument already failed. She squashed the "like a daughter" argument. I thought about mentioning that it was illegal, but she'd simply say she wouldn't tell. I have a tendency to get caught up in my thoughts and lose track of my surroundings. It helps me concentrate. But when I ran out of arguments, I focused. Tara was staring at me. I guess.