I stood and stretched, my back stiff after sitting so long. Time for something to eat. I was watching the kettle boil for some pasta when the image of...the belt lying across the end of the chaise appeared in my mind. Had I put it back? I replayed the scene in the gym. No. Shit. As quickly, and stealthily as I could, I made my way down the stairs, pushed open the door. I nearly groaned out loud when I saw Jeff at the chaise, the belt in his hands. I must have made some noise, because he turned. She has a nice figure for her age and still loves sex. She does most things I want – oral sex on demand and she takes it in the mouth and swallows. However one thing I have not been able to do is to have sex with another guy while I watch. I know she would love to be fucked by a young, fit guy but she has some moral hang-ups to do with marriage I guess.Several weeks ago we took a holiday to a resort in the South West of England and as usual spent a lot of time doing things like walking, eating. Both girls looked to be in the arts program, possibly seeking guidance on advanced projects or using the school’s resources to complete others; one was seated by the door while the other looked to be talking to Aaron at his desk, sitting on a chair with her laptop open on Aaron’s desk. The other student, just a boy sitting in the corner doing something on a computer, didn’t seem to be aware of anything going on around him thanks to the large headphones covering his ears. I smiled at the girl. Still playing with her breast, I leaned over and kissed her on the chest, slowly making my way down, caressing every inch of her skin. But, while my heart is shaking from anxiety, I felt her pulse remaining calm; her skin still cold and unimpressed. But, as I felt my heart sinking, the tables turned. Reaching her navel, I left a kiss. A kiss that, in a spur of a moment, made Myra writhe and grasp the sheets. It was a reaction that was completely out of the blue and I looked up, my eyebrow.