Window coverings are left open and nude bodies pass back and forth. Blaine performs some paperwork at his kitchen table and then does his usual daily ...xercises in the center of the apartment. His stiff boner does not impede him but merely swings to and fro as his muscles flex in their usual rhythmic movements. He is tired now.One last time he takes the scented oil and begins giving his body a shining luster. He does it completely, not missing an inch of his body, working upward from his toes. She shrugged, looking away. "I guess so." Well," I said casually as I could, "I think anyone has the right to live their own life too, more or less."She kept looking away and I was afraid that I was boring her. So I offered,"Don't you want to run your own life too?"She looked back, an instant's anger in her eyes. "Nobody can just do what they want to." Oh? And why not?"She made an impatient gesture with her hands. "Because we have to live with other people, that's why. Kids have to... learn to. " I replied."Oh, I can't wait for that time to come. I will be so horny by then. You know tom doesn't fuck me anymore. He hasn't for over 8 years. He just gets drunk and goes to sleep." She related to me."I have tried to be faithful but its getting harder. I finger myself all the time but it is only temporary. I need to feel a real cock in me. Hard and deep. A cock I can suck, play with. Every time you kiss me I have to either go to the bathroom to clean my panties or go home and shower. I get. Jane asked if I was free at the weekend to which I replied yes, so it was arranged that I would be at their house for around 9pm on the Saturday evening. Saturday seemed to take ages to come around and my mind was in overdrive as to what it could bring, but eventually the time came and I arrived at Jane and Andy’s at five past ten (it’s fashionable to be late!). I rang the doorbell and was greeted by Jane in a short black skirt, boots and stockings with a tight white top which showed off her.