And I knew,and know, that he wanted more. He keeps a large collection of erotica, in hislibrary. Although locked, these books, tapes and art, has alwa...s been availableto me; even though I did not avail myself of them until recently. Then Irealized how much I was withholding from him, and for the first time becameafraid, afraid that he would find someone who would give him what I would not.Fast forward to the present. I founda willing accomplice in Sakura, a Japanese beauty that frequented our. I liked driving in the snow. It was exciting.I knew where Aunt Wendy's house was, of course. She'd bought it right after she got back from Kuwait. It had belonged to old man Toliver, whose father had started the first hardware store in town, way back when they were still fighting Indians, if you believed what he claimed. He was over a hundred when he died, and he left this big old house to his grandson or somebody, who promptly put it on the market. It was on almost an acre of land, about a. Alesha looked amazing in her small bikini & her body was far more mature than the other girls, she came up to me with her tits almost falling out of the skimpy bikini top & asked if I was coming into the pool, I felt my cock twitch & start to harden then I realised I hadn’t brought my swim shorts. Alesha’s mum Fran had come out with drinks and heard that I had no swimwear, she said “you can borrow a pair of Ray’s shorts, he’s away on business” Ray was Fran’s husband & Alesha’s dad. I followed. Are you fine with that?”After a fifteen-minute drive we arrive at a magnificent harbour front house. The interior is lavishly furnished and decorated. Yolande greets me effusively. Taller than most women, mid- thirties I guess, bobbed blond hair, beautifully groomed with killer heels and a short, above the knee black dress. “My man is almost twenty years older than me with kinky sexual tastes. Come into our games room and meet him.”The room is dimly lit with all sorts of strange equipment and.