“Yes, he left a couple of days ago.” Tamara took a sip of her own drink, a scotch with ice. Letting out a small sigh, Tamara missed her husband a...ready. His time away and hard work paid for all this before her. She was grateful for all he provided even if he was away for weeks on end. Erik was now her paramour. Someone to keep Tamara amused with intelligent conversation - and satisfy her particular carnal needs. “So?” asked Elise expectantly giving in to her body’s craving for more salacious. He began the letter by telling of the tragic loss of his wife and went on to tell how, after a long period during which masturbation was his only sexual outlet, he accidentally became a peeping Tom. He told her how he had tried to fight it, realizing the danger it involved, but that he hadn't had the strength to stop.Then came the really tough part where he told her what he had seen when he peeped into her window that night. He didn't dwell on details, saying just enough so that she would know. Your hand has moved down to my crotch and is squeezing but I don't really care about that right now. I want to feel you. Your breasts are the perfect size and part of me reflects that I am glad they are not larger. Neither of us are in our twenties anymore and I don't want to find out if my lust for you would survive gravity and sag.You moan into my mouth as I slide the cups of your bra up and cup you in my hands. Your nipples are small and hard beneath my hands as I rub them against the bridge. The g-string here had a bit of material covering Clara’s pussy, which was fine.Clara had started to breathe deeper, and there was a slight smile as my fingers lightly explored her, but it changed as I withdrew slightly, and then gave her pussy a ‘slap!’ “uhhh-AH!” she called out. Again I got her the same way, and she cried out louder. Clara jumped a bit as I rubbed her pussy thru her panties. They were soaked. “”Well-well…” I said as I shook my head.Grabbing my bought submissive, I lifted.