Olsen, I forget you're still really married," apologized the middle-aged graying man quite sheepishly. Sarah found herself embarrassed by his shyness,...his self-effacing manner."Oh, don't give it another thought. I was quite happy, really. It's nice to be able to relax and enjoy the quiet of this beautiful countryside. And you ought to call me Sarah, then there wouldn't be any problem remembering that silly ol' Miss or Mrs.," said Sarah smiling in relief at being back in his good graces again.. I was suddenly aware I had gone from someone curious about whether his wife would be faithful, to a man with a raging hard-on. I was excited by this! Terribly excited. I felt as if my cock could cut a diamond. Annas skirt was up to her waist, and Walts knee was between her long legs as he struggled with removing her panties. I heard her said, No, god dammit, Walt. Stop it now! Walt wasnt about to stop. Her panties finally off, Walt slid down, held both legs in the crook of his arms, and buried. She`s about 5 ft 8 tall wide hipped, generous breasts fleshy and very smackable arse, large pussy lips and a very dirty mind, he I have never met and though just a tad older than her is a sport when it comes to her and her sex-life, I have grown to like him in the background and as I hate lies and deception, insisted that he always knows what`s going on, which she (and he) have been happy about.Now the thing is that she and I share a love of BDSM amongst other things and she found a couple of. " I looked around. The furniture was black, simple and modern."It's beautiful. You did such a wonderful job. It's just so..." I was at a loss for words."Seductive?" he smiled. Yes, yes. It was seductive. And more."Oh my, Daddy how many have you invited to your lair," I laughed."Probably not as many as you'd think. I'm very picky about my ladies. Especially those I invite into my bed." To be honest, I wasn't really surprised.His bathroom was as bright as his bedroom was dark. A wall of glass.