Her light cotton skirt stopped above the knee and on her feet she wore strappy sandals. To anyone on the station we must have looked like a normal mar...ied couple saying our goodbyes while one of us went to visit maybe a family member.However, there were subtle differences that could only be noticed by those who knew my wife of over twenty-five years well. They seemed to be so obvious to me. Her skirt was slightly shorter and lighter than she would normally wear, showing off her legs. The. The fact that we were sexually perfectly matched and in that we were really unique helped a great deal. I doubt that he could have found a bottom who could both keep up with him sexually and live with him domestically. And I found the same rare mix in him. Our in and out of bed lives did not really have a clear line of division. One was a part of the other and easily blended.And that brings up the subject of our ritual. Every relationship either settles in to a ritual or it starts to fade in to. The sensations made Colleen jump because they tickled, but after a while the feeling went away and she relaxed.Colleen thought to herself, “Gavin’s hands were special. He has a magical touch, and I want no one else to experience this.” She was called out of her thoughts as Gavin told her to turn over again. Reluctantly, Colleen turned over as Gavin held the sheet open away from him, but Colleen grabbed it and threw it on the ground.“I want you to enjoy watching me, none of this modesty,. Sarah Roundtree, though definitely not round, she is very prim and proper and stick thin. Her lithe body encased in several flowing layers of white and purple, around her neck a cameo held there with a silk ribbon. Bits of brown hair sticking out around her head where it had broken loose from either her hat, or the French braid. In the dying light of the sun her hat sparkled atop her forehead, causing me to look a tad closer. Around the rim of her hat were hanging beads bouncing to and fro from.