I was being sneaky too. And I was being just as bad as you." "How is that?" "Well … you say you feel bad because you were taking advantage of me whi...e I was sleeping?" "I guess so." "Adam, honey. I was awake from the first time you touched me. I wasn't asleep after that. And you know what? I liked it too. I liked the way you were touching me. And I thought you knew that I was awake. Didn't you know that I was awake?" "No … uh uh." We were quiet then, as I just let her words sink in. I. We corresponded over email a few times and exchanged some naughty pictures. He was in his late fifties with long salt and pepper hair. He was both bigger and taller than I am and wore glasses. The sexy picture he sent me showed his semi-hard cock displayed in the palm of his hand. It looked rather thick and a good seven inches, I guessed, when hard. Despite my sexual yearnings, I couldn't bring myself to actually go out and meet Nils in person, thus acting out my deepest, darkest secret. His pickuptruck was in the driveway and he was going to sleep inthe camper on the back of it. I got up and kissed him,probably with a little more feeling than justfriendship. He was smiling and looked a bit surprised. “Debbie, I wish you had kissed me like that years ago,”he said. He seemed a bit embarrassed. “Why, David, did you have a crush on me?” He nodded.That’s when a wave of desire and affection, spurred bymy husband’s shameful drunkenness overwhelmed. Her tight body gave her the look of an ex-gymnast, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and just slightly wide hips. She grabbed my shirt and lowered the zipper, revealing my shaved legs and a pair of black thigh-highs. My cock was raging as she turned me around, sliding her hand over the fine nylon and following the curve of my hips between my ass cheeks. She spanked me once on either cheek before sitting back in a lounge chair and sliding her jeans wide.Her left hand traced the outline of what.