One hand is fondling her pussy, my fingers are stroking her pussy lips and gently pushing in and out of her. My other hand roams around her hips and b...ckside, fondling, feeling, caressing. I reach down, find my pants around my ankles. I get a hand into the pocket and pull out a rubber. "Want to put it on for me"."Sure she says".She tears the foil pack open and removes the condom. She tries to get it on my cock but it won't go. I have a really big knob when I get hard and rubbers are really. Instead, they were here, wherever here was; somewhere in northern Michigan on a frozen lake surrounded by nothing but trees, snow and ice. He had painted her a romantic picture of snowy evenings, romantic fires, and endless hours of sharing each others thoughts and dreams. The reality turned out to be him getting up early to go ice fishing with a bunch of locals who seem to have an endless supply of jokes and cold beer. The romantic fires are lonesome with one, and the spending time together. Read full story The experience of working at an old age home for some additional salary lead to some strange ways of life there.…He lifted his shirt and showed his wrinkled tummy and told me it was full. He asked us if we had lunch. We told him that we still had too. He told me that taking food on time is necessary. He complained that the girls nowadays were obsessed with size zero figure and don’t eat food at all. Shweta asked him if he thought she was size zero. He had a twinkle in his eyes.. ”Chase just shrugged his shoulders, that was the end of the conversation. I knew that Chase's psychologist mind saw no wrong in what had transpired. My Chase is a great husband.I didn't reveal to him that the lesbian and I had a sexual relationship that went on for months after that. It was a lot of fun and great sex while it lasted. She met a single woman and developed a relationship with her. I was kind of glad it was over, sex with her was starting to complicate my life. I made a note to.