“Tess told me to wake you up ... and to fuck you” I whispered back to her whilst nibbling at her earlobe, and rubbing my cock against her ass.She ...urmured back “Did you look after my daughter last night?”“I did. Now it’s your turn again” I responded slipping my cock between her ass cheeks and across her fleshy pussy lips.“Oh yesssss!!!!” she groaned.I pushed the sheet off us. She grasped my cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy canal. I pushed inward and upwards, burying my shaft into. D.F.I.," Erin told me."S.A., what?" I wondered."Stupid ass, dumb fucking idiot. That is exactly what he is. I need a hot and sexy cougar, such as yourself. Someone who gets me, and knows what I like. You know how I like to have my pussy eaten, back massaged, and a million others things, that he still has no idea about. We've been together for twenty years, and he is still clueless," Erin explained.After listening to that too, I was on the hook. It was like she doused it in honey, and there was. When I go for the lingerie, it is of my own choice. It was the compulsion of a fetish. This was a physical necessity, shopping for the "women's" juice. If I picked up women's supplies for my wife, I can always say it's for my wife, without lying. This was different. I felt strange that I was physically having women's problems, and had to buy products for them. The trip to the grocery store sent it all home. Why is my body manifesting womanly symptoms? What's going on with me? Are all these. Still, are you available any week nights? What’s your schedule this week?” There was a pause, but not a daunting one.“I have trustees on Wednesday and choir practice every Thursday.”“I have late afternoon classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Would Friday cut into sermon prep too much?”“Friday would be fine.”“Expect me then. Parsonage at five o’clock?” She agreed. She didn’t seem to be in any hurry to end the conversation, either.Now, if only the weather would cooperate. He’d get there through a.