This was very daring on her part, as she knows where my tastes lie. It didn’t take me long to decide what that would be. My sexual tastes have becom... rather “sophisticated”, thanks to the plethora of information available on the internet.To my knowledge, my wife has never had sex with anyone else; she was a virgin when we first got together. I knew this would make what I wanted even better, even kinkier.I arranged everything ahead of time with my friend the bartender at the club where bikers. "Good," she said. "I hoped you would." You have to be joking," I said."Your opinion is very important to me," she said, firmly."You are very important to me," I said. I still have no idea where this stuff came from.That hawk look came into her eyes again."You're dangerous. I almost made a very serious mistake last night." What mistake?" I asked."Never you mind," she said. "You want some breakfast?" I want you to take off those beautiful new jammies and kiss me again," I said. I barely. Her one concession to formality had been to wear sandals. She looked, as usual, intensely alive. Anyway I had to join in... “It’s nice to see all these native deciduous trees,” I said, gazing around. It was basically a house set in a wood, all on its own. The lawn had to be huge not to be in shade all the time, and it was.“Mum loves trees,” said Dani, “she knows all the names and everything.”“It’s amazing,” said Sara, “and so private.”“I suppose it is,” said Dani vaguely, “Dad got it for us;. .." She was feeling flush, heart-rate accelerating ... feverish and agitated. And the tingling, the sensation in her pussy, her breasts ... the rising heat of passion and instinct was driving her ... compelling her ... to masturbate!Yes! A regional manager with a fiftyish, butterball figure seemed to be driving a hand down into his crotch while staring ... and not at her face! Lisa's antennae rose up higher as she paused in her speech her kind had an innate sensitivity to male lust, and her.