After a few weeks she fell for a French boy called Amedi who drove a Simca. One night, after the dance finished and everyone else had got lifts home, ...aggie and Amedi walked back to the Simca having enjoyed a few glasses of 'limonade rouge' as the local firewater was called! They sat in the front seats holding hands and giggling about the rockn'roll dancing they had been doing. They leaned towards each other and exchanged kisses. Amedi put his left hand onto Maggie's waist and slowly moved it. You stand in front of me and begin to run your hands over me, checking to make sure i have shaved properly. I start to get hard again and, when your satisfied with my shaving, you tell me to kneel in front of you. You sit in a chair and tell me to wank myself until you tell me to stop,you ask me if i'm close to cumming and i say yes master i am.You make me stop just before i cum, my cock is throbbing, desperate for release, you then tell me to continue wanking,You wait a while and make me stop. She wanted him desperately. The past weeks had been a form of torture. He had been so attentive and caring, yet ...With a blissful sigh, she surrendered to those skilled lips of his.But then he moved down, cupping her belly between his large hands and he proceeded to kiss every inch of the taut flesh until tears burned her eyelids.He moved lower still, spreading her thighs as he settled down on the bed. His mouth found her heat and she nearly came apart on the spot.He cupped her buttocks,. Mark flopped down on the sofa with the towel around his waist. My wife stood in the middle of the family room stark naked and unselfconsciously toweled her hair dry.My wife is a lot of woman. Hearty Midwestern stock. Farm country. Her ancestors from Scandinavia or Denmark or someplace where there were Vikings once. She’s big – leaning towards fat, but in a powerful way, not an obese way. She’s nearly six foot tall and almost two hundred pounds. She looks like I imagine a shield-maiden woulda.