He told me he would care for me, but expected me to love him. He’d let me stay in his house just as long as we had sex together. At the time, I thou...ht that was a fair deal. However, later in our life, I did find out that George was a very kinky man. He made me do things that I found quite strange. I did these things because he loved me. I loved him too. He was like the father I never had. He was very loving and caring towards me.Our sex life was mostly to indulge George in all of his strange. It was a lot of fun, and the two lovers were enjoying each other’s silly attempts to make their moves something vaguely approaching graceful- and failing, of course.Jill, for her part, was having the time of her life. She had never had so much fun; it wasn’t just the dancing, and it wasn’t just having George as company- although both made the moment extremely special. It was the company of the entire train, and the way everyone was getting into it. The entire train car was watching and laughing. Could she ever be a faithful wife? Could she tame her sexual urges? Would she be happy if she did? She was torn with conflicting thoughts and emotions.Given what had happened the night before, she wasn't surprised when the door opened, and David walked in. He moved towards her and, without saying anything, cupped her breast. He rubbed her nipple through the satin of her wedding gown, and it grew hard under the silky fabric. "I'm going to be the first man to fuck you today." Jen didn't object,. " I tell her I love her too and walk torward my room. I pass by the bathroom as she is brushing her teeth. she's got her arm up pulling her shirt up exposing her cute little pantie covered butt for me to see as I am passing by. I could start to feel my cock twitching just looking at her. I brushed my teeth, turn off the light, and head over and pull the covers back. I hear my daughter walking into her bedroom and the sheets russling as she climbs into her bed. I sit on the edge of the bed for a.