" Me neither." Vicky, I think I'm a sex maniac." I think I am too." I think about it all the time." So do I." I think about doing crazy things, really...kinky things. Disgusting things." So do I and I've done quite a few." So have I. I don't JUST think about them. I do them too." What kinda things do you do?" Really kinky things. Sometimes I think being fat is all that holds me back from doing even worse things." You're not fat." Stop saying that." OK" What can we do that's really kinky?" Now?". To her credit, Erin helped me get the last few bags out of the car and start the laundry. In Kaykos carry-on bag, aside from her personal items, I found a large bundle of papers and documents in an envelope. Just out of curiosity I looked at the documents, wondering why she would have kept these papers so close at hand. The top copies were in Japanese while a translated version was held on to their backs with paper clips. The very first document held the answer to what Kayko wanted to talk to. Finally, she started to rock back and forth and posting on me like she was riding a big stallion. I tried my best to thrust into her, but she smiled down at me and said,“Ya just relax and let me do the work, sir.”I reached up and grabbed big handfuls of each tit. I squeezed, tugged, rubbed, pulled, and tweaked, but mostly I hung on for dear life. She was going wild and I was along for the ride. She did start slow, just rocking and bouncing, but with each movement, she became more and more. And I'm really happy that you and your husband ended up here after it's over." Yeah, it did turn out good, didn't it?" she smiled."Uh-huh. Lots of good from the whole thing." I got up and returned to my office.As the day drew to an end, Sara stuck her head in my door. "Dan? Thank you for talking with me about you and Cindy. You know I love 'er. Question 'er choice of mates, but she's a charmer." Thank you, Sara. I appreciate that. Give your hubby a hug."Giggle. "I'll do that, buddy! You give.