He showered on. His thoughts came back to the woman herself. Old enough to be his real aunt, he tried to work out the clear effect she had on him. As ...e washed himself, he thought back to a couple of times when he had chanced to be sat behind her, in club meetings, over the last year. As the speaker droned on he had taken to studying her back, the back of her head, and her neck. She had a very fine neck, not fat, with quite delicate lightly toned skin, with a crop of fair hairs. Above, was her. I leaned down to kiss her as I pushed deeper and deeper inside her very tight, hot, silky folds, embedding myself inside her and mashing our pubic hair together. Kara slid her hand out from between us and placed it on my back.“Wow,” Kara breathed. “That was so sexy!”I allowed the full weight of my body onto Jessica, moving my hands underneath her butt. I began slowly thrusting in and out of my wife, and she met each thrust with a gentle buck of her hips. She broke the kiss to gasp for air.“Love. Ocassionally I get a scowl, but most times an embarassed or a playful smile.I mentioned in one of my other stories that being called ‘Master’ does things to me. Like spanking, it’s about being in control – if any of us had power over someone else would we abuse it? Of course we would.Deepa looked too young to be a mother and divorced. She was pretty, but rough as well. You could see she’d had a hard life. Her clothes were a little torn and faded, and she looked as though she needed a good wash.. I don't have to ask what she has in mind. I think I know. But do I want to? She's a minor. She's pretty and probably willing, but that isn't the point. When I was a boy, when I was a young man, I didn't ask myself if I should. The only question I needed to answer was, 'would she let me.' But now I have to ask another question. I know she will probably 'let me.' Now I must answer the question 'should I.' The stirring in my slacks tells me at a base level that I want to. So I both want to and she.