Jenny had been lying awake, still basking in the warm after glow of sex. She could feel Rick's cum running out of her pussy. She was startled when she...heard the doorbell.Rick rolled over with a groan and opened his eyes."It's okay sweety, go back to sleep, it's just the doorbell."Rick smiled sleepily and fell back into an exhausted sleep.Jenny put on her silky robe and walked downstairs. She could feel the two loads of cum Rick had deposited in her begin to run out. Her body shivered; she loved. I realize that over the years, it has become a unique and very special aspect of our lovemaking. Fortunately, it is something that has always (thanks to Pooja), managed to stay spontaneous, and has, more importantly, maintained its intense eroticism over the years. It seems simple enough, perhaps even strange, yet I know that it has become a very important part of our sexual intimacy as a married couple. What I’m referring to is…bathing with Pooja. Look – when Pooja and I were first married,. The one male I really went for in a big way, well, get ready for this ... it was my uncle, my Uncle David.Okay, yes, he's my mom's younger brother, I know all about that, but you should see him. He's so good looking and he's single and he's thirty-four and I think he kind of likes me.Now, I didn't mean that in a normal way but more like I think he liked me as a girl, as a woman. Well, not a woman yet, but you get my idea, right? He'd give me hugs that were so nice, tell me how pretty I looked,. The publisher stayed bent over his desk as he heard the young woman fumble around with her purse, the sound of contents being squeezed out of a bottle clearly filling the room. Another squeeze of the bottle was followed with a sharp cooling sensation over the publishers rear end, the gel slowly rolling over his skin. Relax, sugar, her sweet country voice begged of him as her hands worked the gel into his skin. Youre so tight about things, she whispered, a finger circling his tight rose bud,.