Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat! Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm n...bbling your ear. Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.Sweetheart: What? Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really. Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse. Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop. Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants. What started out as whispering to each in the bar led quickly to passionate kisses and groping, and before too long we headed out to the power exchange for her first foray into a public sexual play space.Lydia is about 45, blond, large breasts, nice grabbable ass, kind of a slightly fucked out MILF look to her. Sort of slightly slutty soccer mom look. She was recently separated and enjoying exploring her sexual passions.As for me, well I am a bit of a freak. Married to a sexy woman how I rarely. We agreed we weren’t going to tell her the whole truth, at least not for a while. She might be loyal to you after the change, but she will still have suspicions and, unless you specifically tell her not to talk to anyone about what happened, she’ll probably talk to someone about the suspicions.”“Okay, I see that, but...”“Two,” Mom said, rolling over my protest, “is the living conditions, here. How are you going to explain you sleeping in the master bedroom with four girls every night? Of whom. "Truly and honestly. I love you, Emma. I could have married a dozen times but it was you I was waiting for." What about Cindy," she smiled, clearly showing that she was joking."Cindy? The passion of my lustful loins?" he returned the good natured ribbing. "One roll in the hay and that would have been that."Emma laughed. She rubbed her soft hand across his face. "That stubble feels nice but I could probably take it just one more time in bed with you then ask you to shave." Do you want to make.