As I said the sex was lacking in our marriage even though we had sex my husband wasnt pleasing me, even though he thought he was. He didnt want to do ...ral or he wasnt adventerous it was like the same routine everytime. There were several times I tried to talk to him about it and he would just ignore me.I knew it wasnt my looks other guys look at me all the time and even try to talk to me but I just brush them off. I have to admit there were times that I thought of Leon and Al and there big. She got up, grabbed him by his sensible tie, sat him down on her chair, and stood before him, her breasts pushed into his face so that he went cross-eyed in his staring. “Let me put it another way. Are you going to bend me over this table and fuck the shit out of me from behind, or am I going to get a cucumber out of the fridge and do it myself?” “Are you what?” The shock was clear, and he had no control. She spread her legs and sat astride him. She could see she needed to be a little bit more. "I have to admit it is going to take me some time to get my head around who Greg is, and why."We walked back, at peace with the world. The thing I had been dreading for days, had gone off smoothly. Now all who mattered were on side. The thing was how to broach the subject of money with Greg and Sophie.Dad and I tried to make our return look as though we had never left. It worked with most of the happy bunch, but three were watching us intently. Dad walked to Greg, and with one hand on his. ”“More than once?”“Uh-huh.” She was moaning even louder.“Have you ever fingered another girl?” I inquired.“Yes.” She moaned.“In college?”“Yes.”“Did she finger you too?”“Yes.”“Did you like it?” I asked.“Uh-huh.” At that point I had pushed my entire middle finger up her ass and was working it around in circles.“Did she eat your pussy?”“She started to but I stopped her.” She moaned.“Why?” I asked her.“I was scared.” “Did you eat her out?”“A little bit.” She moaned.“Did you like that?” I asked as.