”Reluctantly, Sandra let him pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. When he put her down, she was standing by the king-size bed. He stepped bac... and started taking off his clothes, as he said, “You need to get out of that dress.”Sandra very nervously eased her dress off her shoulders. She then worked the tight dress down past her fabulous set of hooters. Now came the more difficult part, working it over her nice well-rounded ass. Once she managed that, Sandra pushed it on down her sexy. He opened the zip of my trousers and took out my cock again and I was so excited feeling him touch my growing erection. I undid the button on my trousers and pulled them down to my knees, my pants too, I wanted him to feel me and touch me, which he obviously liked doing. His hand was moving up and down my stiff cock and his other hand began massaging my balls, I loved it. I unbuttoned the shirt of my s****l uniform so that he could feel my belly and chest and he pinched and sucked on my. Then I turned the tables on her. I used upon her everything she taught me that week. I didn't just have intercourse with her, fuck her, or ravish her, or any of the other things she had requested I do to her. I simply made very slow, very sweet love to her. I used my mind alongside my newfound knowledge, resolving to give her the best experience ever. Only missionary was possible because even with her knee healed, placing any extended stress upon it was simply out of the question. We had made. My marriage had collapsed and I was now in the process of divorce, which actually suited me. The one other big change that had happened to me is that my appearance had also changed considerably over the period. So, all in all, many changes had just occurred in my life.Perhaps being made redundant from my job gave me the impetus to allow these changes to happen. With these changes, to be honest, I had now become a bit of a recluse. There was no great need to go out since most of my days were.