" What kinds of experiences?" They are very hard to describe." Well, are they antagonistic, rewarding, adventurous, excruciating or what?" In a way th...y are rewarding, but so strange that I can't accept them." Strange in what way?" It's hard for me to say to a stranger." Oh. Then if you're like most people, it must have something to do with sex." Yeah. That's why I have a hard time telling you about them." What is the worst thing that happens to you if you tell me?" I don't know. I guess I. 'Am I turning you on sexy?' Martin wanted to know. I pictured the oiled hand on that huge cock and liked the sound of his voice. Slow deep and sexy and I could not wait to see him the next day. He loved morning sex as it energised him for his stressful job. I knew he was a policeman of some kind and that was all I needed to know. A good hard strong man of the law pounding that cut big cock into my sexy tight man pussy was a handsome thought. I prayed he would not be too energetic and hurt me.. Once the kiss was over, I moved away from the door just intime for it to open. They walked in, we laughed a little,and then my wife went to the bathroom. We chatted for a coupleof minutes and I offered him a beer. When my wife came outof the bathroom she had opened her top, exposing her nicebreasts! Without saying a word, she walked up to him andkissed him again. This time his hands wondered over herbody, stopping at her tits that were now fully exposed.They continued to kiss as he pushed her. It accents your hips more and makes you look so feminine."She suddenly slipped her hand under my skirt and rubbed the front of mypanties."Don't worry Hon, just checking to see if you're showing, but I guesswe really don't have to worry about that little thing though, do we?"She smiled, pulling her hand away. Her remark didn't even bother meanymore. I was getting use to her little sly remarks."This feels odd Mrs. Markus. My skirt feels so high around my waist." Ilooked down; my skirt was pulled.