" Marsha made it clear to me after we got married that I was to be anold-fashioned wife, where I was to just concentrate on making myhusband's life as...pleasant as possible." And you agreed to that?" I love Marsha and while initially I was pissed off, I came to realizethat she actually does love me and is willing to spend her life with meand even have a child with me. Being a kind of old-fashioned wife feelslike a small price to pay to be with the one I love." As long as you know what you're. There is something else in your eyes. Need. Desire. Hunger. You tilt your head back as I lean toward you. We kiss deeply, and warmth transmutes to heat on the softness of your lips and tongue. It *is* a dream, because such turns of moods only happen in dreams, but I don’t care. Your hand comes up to entwine in my hair, as my hands slide up your back to tangle in yours.You uncoil. You’ve been curled up on my lap, making yourself small. Now, without breaking the kiss you swing yourself around,. She shuddered.Had the lady orgasmed? Stace couldn’t stop her face from grimacing, but she blanked it before the woman noticed.“Barbara was a pretty doll, naked.” The woman kissed my daughter’s pert nipples. Her hand reached up under the Sunday girl dress. “I’m going pull off your little panties.” Another hand joined it and they found the undergarment’s waist band. She tugged them down to Stace’s ankles. Then the lady bent to sniff the crotch panel. Her body convulsed and she groaned.. His eyes sparkled as she walked towards him. Her hard nipples, sultry curves and thin line of hair that led to her now wet lips appeared to be dancing in the torchlight.He felt himself begin to harden as she approached and kneeled in front of him. As he hardened, the crossbar pressed his shaft downward while pressing his sack further back. The discomfort was minimal due to the pleasure of his queen's beauty he witnessed with his eyes.As she kneeled, she ran a leather strap behind one knee.