[a] if your squeemish about pain , bugger off... Sylvia, peered over her coffee cup, which she held poised delicately in her petite hand, while add...essing Tim her husband of 20 years. She was a pretty, willowy, tall, dark-haired woman, her make up perfect, her hair, that long black hair he loved so much, in a neat bun. Tidily dressed in a dark skirt and a silky white blouse, with just a hint of a cream foundation bra showing through its thin materiel. Even the stockings that enhanced her. Millimetre by millimetre, her finger tips started to dance towards his crotch.. A butterfly touch, between irritating and arousal. He told her he was driving. She told him she didn’t care. He said he had to concentrate. She said that so did she. They drove in silence up the dusty track to the end of the lane, where the amber wooded manoir appeared. by this time his cock was bursting through his jeans, straining for her fingers, in spite. The walked together to the door, it was opened by the key. He smiled down at me and said he was feeling extremely horny still and perverted too. Good because so am I, I replied.He pulled me to my feet and said he wanted to kiss me again first and we went into a deep tonguing kiss. When we broke apart he smiled again and told me to look in the mirror which I did. I saw my face was streaked where he had wiped his cock and I told him I looked part Indian with the brown on my face. He laughed at that and said he might make my face all brown if I pooped. I face her while lying on my side as we continue to kiss seductively. Sometimes in life when dreams become reality they are not all you imagined them to be, this is not one of those cases. Tasting her full, sweet lips and smelling her body is more than I have ever dreamed. Shayla is peeling my shirt off my body, from behind, as Rehtaeh and I are making out. The shirt moving over my head interrupts out makeout session for a brief moment, but we immediately return to kissing after the shirt is.