“For today,” I replied. “Until eleven.”“Will you make love to me?”“I’ll do whatever you want,” I replied.“Feed me, then. And aft...rwards, make love to me. Show me what it’s like to be your woman.”“I can do that,” I said.“And, Stephen?”“What?”“You’re still my Peter.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me one of her smoldering kisses.I fed her bits of fruit from my fingers and my lips. Turned into kisses. When she had enough, she eased back on the bed and held her arms out to. The two men at the bar however were quite aware of my wife’s arrival. Her tits giggle teasingly as she made her way to the far side of the bar. The cold night airs effect on her nipples was still very noticeable. I watched as their gaze lowered and they admired her long sexy legs mounted atop her six inch heels. Much like Susan, it aroused me when other men would look at her with lustful eyes. I’m sure they had wished the room would have been larger so they could enjoy her strut for a while. Author a full written about the miracles of the woman’s body, which can not be contained in the body of a man. On the other hand, is an emotional object tends to calm and stability, and renounces v******e completely, and this is subject to physiological her body and hormones, women are almost to enable the hormones her to give up everything, while the choice between her and the king of the world, her love for her c***dren hormonal and interactive side chemical, and love of a man to his c***dren. I was always in first, about half an hour before she was as it was my job to start up the ovens and other equipment. She was my ideal woman, slightly shorter than me, long (dyed) blond hair, green eyes, a very pretty face and a stunning body. She even managed to make the jackets and aprons that we had to wear at work look good. There was just one problem - she was married, to a guy named Mark and it was him she had the great sex with.Of course she knew I fancied her and she would flirt.