Just to think of it felt wicked as all sin. But it was a good sort of wicked. Laughing, Karen shrugged. Jeremy joined her laughter and his hands came ...p, smoothing her arms gently. Her skin pebbled in the wake of his tender caress and sparks of erotic desire showered down between her legs. He leaned forward and Karen met him half way. Their lips met in a sloppy collision but she quickly adapted. His lips were like moist pillows, warm and comfortable against hers. The fire raging in her pussy. My wife had enjoyed sex before we married, but seemed suddenly to turn off after that, so it was stressful to push myself to her against her wishes, and her desires were few and far between. Think ‘frustrated’ is the word!I had taken, as an alternative, to reading Indian sex stories on the web when I was alone at home, stroking myself sometimes to a spurting climax, sometimes just getting hard and enjoying the feeling as well as some good stories. One site had all sorts of themes, including. Our hands explored each other's bodies over our clothes. Then we decided to finish this inside, so I opened the door and we stepped in.And boom! We almost walked right into my Daddy! He was standing there at the front door in nothing but a bath towel around his waist, soaking wet. My fantasy Sugar Daddy is 70-years-old, tall, just over 6 feet, with gray hair, wrinkles, but a strong, very hairy chest and broad shoulders. "I saw you kissing outside," he said angrily. "I don't remember giving you. He tried to hide the evidence of his growing manhood from sight by crossing his legs. "Why sir it would appear we are both at disadvantages! She laughed. "perhaps we are both asleep and fantasising." "That must be it" he replied and stood to leave, or so she thought. Not the end to their brief time she had suddenly and unexpectedly desired. But at the door he glanced through to the corridor and quietly closed it. Moving back in silence he looked wary and unsure, stopping at just within reach at.