If you weren’t married I will surely marry you.S: stop kidding.M: I am not kidding. I said the fact.I saw hearing this her face glowed.i realise thi... is the time. I planted a kiss on her forehead.She didn’t respond. She went upstairs without saying a word. I was afraid as what will I do if she inform this to someone. I went to upstairs to check what she was doing. I found she was lying in bed. I went near to her and said sorry. Please don’t avoid me. She didn’t spoke any word. I said please. ’ ‘Truly?’ I stammered, imagining her hands languidly flexing and manipulating her large giving orbs, stroking the lovely oils caringly into their fleshy mass. ‘Oh yes, it was most unlike anything ever experienced for me, and I was marveling at the sensation when Oh Joy! I heard a buggy approaching and knew that the timing was perfect, that my doctor was coming back and soon would be enveloped in my generous mounding beacons. It was so exciting! I closed the curtains of all the rooms to remove. I have a feeling that he maynever come back. Your love making is becoming more and more naturallyfeminine. It is much more Jen than Tom. I think that it will be almostentirely Jen soon. I know that I am heterosexual and Tom awoke in me alove and a need for full on raunchy sex. I love being taken by atestosterone fuelled man. I am afraid that every now and then I willwant a good seeing to. I do not want to be unfaithful to either Tom orJen but at some time, as an alternative to Jen, I am going. Anyway a few years ago I hooked up with a married woman, Sara,who was in the middle of getting separated/ divorced and we or rather she would have some serious angry sex on a weekly basis. We got around to talking about fantasies and I told her of mine, about stripping a bride down to her lingerie and fucking her in white. Well, up the stairs she went, came back down in a big meringue dress and pushed me to the floor, sat on my face and made me lick, suck and fuck her. I have never had so much.