”“OK,” Phil answered. He had no idea what it had to do with anything but Molly apparently felt the need to point it out to him.“That means I d...n’t let some 80-year-old man in Rome make my sexual decisions,” Molly continued, “particularly because the old bastard’s only sexual experience is probably raping the little boys in his parish. He certainly has no idea what it’s like to be a young woman in a sexually open society. I’m not repressed, Phil. I’ve had sex just about any way you can imagine.. I felt my heart break and I knew that we would never again dance as we had danced before. So many days flashed through my head as I rode as I had never ridden before or since. So many days of dancing and smiling and kissing. You, smiling down from the back of that great black beast you rode, bending for a kiss. You, dancing in the rain, naked as the day you were born, with that glorious hair flinging out in all directions, dusted with diamond drops. You, lying on the rug in front of the fire,. The recordings give me plenty of entertainment during the week. Kim, my wife, just doesn't like sex any more - she'd rather eat, sleep and breathe her volleyball team.I can disappear unnoticed for hours into my hidden viewing bunker - its attached to the pool house and hidden behind a false wall.The stories that I'm about to relate started to happen about 2 months ago.CORYIt had been a hard game this afternoon and Cory asks me if I could massage her feet. At the time, we are sitting by the pool. You are still lost in your own thoughts and don’t recognize the difference until I position the panties over your excited and exhausted pussy. The panties look sexy and fit you just right.I take your pants and slide them past your feet up your legs to your hips. I stand you up and kissing you deeply. You can taste your sweetness on my lips, but you don’t care as I hold you up. You’re like putty in my hands and you moan from the excitement. Just then you notice your new panties and the feeling.