But perhaps I should explain again why I was having this affair with my coworker. Neither my wife, Karen nor Rene’s husband, Danny were adventurous ...nough for us and we both missed some of things we enjoyed when we were younger and single, or at least younger and still doing them with our spouses. We both missed giving and receiving oral sex. We both wanted to try things that are partners were denying us, mainly anal sex with a dominant-submissive tone to it. You could say that fulfilling our. She didn't even try to play games with me anymore. I got to fuck her anytime I wanted ... as long as she needed something done in return.If I was dealing with someone I wouldn't want to touch with a ten foot pole, my service was always cash or no deal. There were plenty of those. But sometimes they had a daughter or two close to my own age. Hannah was one of those tenants I didn't want to get physical with. She was long past her prime. I guess she had a rough life because she was only 32 years. " Will you sit with me?" He asked me."Sure. But put on your pj's." Help me." He said. It was the first time he'd used that tone, like he was telling me instead of asking. "I can't reach the zipper." Ok." I agreed.But when I started to pull it down, he grabbed my hand. "Hey, big bro, do you ever wish I was a girl?" Not really." I remember shrugging. "Why?" Then I'd have real titties." He pulled my hand around and held it against his chest. "So you could play with them." I wouldn't play with my. I looked at the clock and it was 11:20 already. “Come on, I have to get you home.” I held her for just a few moments. We kissed and smiled and talked about our great night. We got dressed and made the climb back into the front seat. Slowly, we made our way out of the fire road back to civilization. We got to Sheri’s house at about 11:50. “Do you want to come in for a few minutes?” she asked. “Sure,” I said as we both got out of the car. All the lights were off in the house except a lamp in the.