"I smiled, "I'll pass it on Mr ... eh?" Gannen, Shane Gannen. This is my fiancée, Naomi, and her two daughters Isabel and Maren. But you know them al...eady, I guess."I smiled, "Yes I do. If you don't mind, I would like to steal Maren away for a while."Shane narrowed his eyes, but a smile crept over his face, "Oh? What are your intentions with her, young man?"I hastily said, "I mean to introduce her to Frankie, our expert on cakes and pies. Maren needs advice on her cooking assignment for. Oh, have I mentioned that I love sex? Well I do. Ever since I lost my cherry, I knew that I was going be doing this a lot! I just simply love sex and can’t seem to get enough. I have even gone so far as to come up with a few fantasies that pushes the envelope a little, but are things that most guys my age are not willing to try. So if there is anything I could change about my sex life would be finding guys my age that are confident enough with themselves that are willing to get a little freaky. Her : I wanted him. We pressed into each other as we kissed and caressed. I couldn't help but feel his hardness against my belly. I looked over his shoulder and saw a settee. I, somehow, guided over there. He felt its edge behind his knees and sat. I kissed and licked my way down to my target. My lips closed round the tip of his cock, one hand gripped the shaft and the other cupped his balls. He was mine !Him : We're on the settee and her mouth is on my prick. How many times had I imagined this. Full basement of course, one does need to store things, doesn't one? And so on.Helmut fitted Karla's description well. A tall man with huge hands, wrists like branches of oak. Long years of hard labour in his youth would do that. Heavy-set, with a developing paunch. Full, dark-blond hair. Grey eyes. Well-built, but nothing spectacular to look at, and certainly no hint of cruelty about him, as I had come to expect.His questions were very astute and to the point. He said his company had a wide.