. "Even if," I whispered in reply,"Even if it's what I really want?" Lucy asked, her voice little more than a sigh, and I had no more words. Our lips ...et in a hot, hungry kiss, a kiss that spoke of deep passions and the urgent need for satisfaction. I pulled her hard against me, my fingers squeezing the tight flesh of her ass, our kiss as deep and passionate as any I'd ever experienced. She lifted her right leg off the floor and tightened it around my waist. I teased her tongue with my own, I. I had no desire to dress for the first 7 years of marriage, and at the time I thought I was cured of what I though was something I maybe should not be doing?I worked shifts at the time, and was home alone with the dogs, with the wife being at work. Do not ask me why, but I had gone in her wardrobe for something? and for some reason took dress out and felt an overwhelming desire to put it on. That was it. The urge to dress was back, stronger than it had ever been. I still did not tell my wife.. After another few moments of struggle, she was back on the ladder and, soon, safely on the floor. What now? Sarah knew what she wanted to do, but dare she? This was very different than diddling the tightrope walker. Beth was a princess. She pinched her lips together, looked at the stack of mattresses, and grabbed the candle. She left her room, padding down the hall in her bare feet. When she got to Beth's door, she hesitated--but only for a moment--before she knocked. It was a few seconds. She was wearing one of the tiniest bikini's I had ever seen. It was crocheted, and the "cups" of the bra did little more than cover the areolas and nipples on each of her firm, round breasts. The bikini bottom formed a small triangle at her crotch, covering only the absolute minimum and leaving little to the imagination. Aunt Jane was wearing a large pair of sunglasses and was reading a magazine. I bit my lip as I surveyed her firm, tanned figure and wondered how I could appear "casual" as I.