Satisfied, he snapped his fingers twice and headed for the front door.He took great care to be quiet as he opened and closed the door, not wanting to ...ake anyone. He dropped his bag onto his big chair in the sitting room and walked on into the kitchen. It was dark and silent, and a glance out the window showed the snowflakes falling again. He shivered as a chill seemed to grip him for a moment.Opening a lower cabinet, he easily found the bottle he wanted and brought it up to the counter.. He seemed so strong and so aggressive and Carol was clearly loving everything that was happening to her. Paul placed his large hands gripping my wife around her waist and she started sliding herself up and down his long thick shaft. As he lifted her up I could just see her cunt lips being pulled as they clung to his thick shaft as she slid up and down on it. I was rock hard but feeling quite sad and pathetic as I continued to watch the show. Paul turned Carol to face the door again and this. “I like feeling fresh after I get up, regardless of what I’m doing next. Is that ok?” I was curious now.“Oh my, yes it is good. I was going to have you take a shower first. But, you knocked off one step. I like that.”Now, she was in front of me, back up on her toes to kiss me again. This time, she placed her hands behind my neck. She kissed me so deeply again, I didn’t want to stop. When she pulled back again, she looked me straight in the eyes with an erotic twinkle and a slight grin. “I want. I started out a while ago, but stopped. I tried in a small way with Connie, hinting around at spanking and light bondage, ideas that were beginning to excite me in a way that our normal, but sporadic sex no longer did. But she was repulsed, asking 'You want to confess THAT to Father James??' We separated soon after, saying that we would come back together, but I really knew that it was over between us, because I just wanted more." He continued: "I moved to this apartment and began to explore.