Watching the ends fall from your hands when you reach the end and the robe starting to fall open. Your penis, as if it had a mind of its own, falls do...nward between the flaps. On my goodness, you’re excited. I guess manipulating me turned you on, too. A smile crosses my lips as I stare at your swollen penis. Shrugging the robe off your shoulders you let the robe fall to the floor. You look amazing, not overly muscled like some gym-rat, just a nice fit shape. Why haven’t I really looked at. She was a perfect host good at receiving communicating and attending the guests. She is so balanced and confident. My hand trembled when I took a cup of coffee from her hand but she just looked into my eyes without emotion or expression. It was just formal. When she handed over a napkin to me after the lunch, she smiled. That smile was gentle and beautiful but not at all inviting.The next time I saw her was at their home again. My marriage is fixed and I went to their home to pick my wife. But his life was so much better now. All he had to do was fall back on old habits. First thing was to find something to eat.When he opened the refrigerator he found a set of plastic containers, each marked with the contents and instructions on how to prepare them. There were three of them. He grabbed the nearest, not caring what it was, and did as instructed. It was a stew, possibly left over from the other night. He used sliced bread to sop it up, and cleaned his dishes after.That appetite. She was still not convinced it had been just a dream. She pulled the pillow over her face and grunted into it in frustration. It had been two long years since there had been a real cock inside her. Never in those two years had she needed one as badly as she yearned for one now. Her toys were at home. She grabbed the hairbrush from the nightstand. Soon she was on her back and legs spread. She began fucking herself with the handle. She was soaked. She fucked herself hard. Her juices sloshed.