I sighed as he aligned the tip of his manhood with my most intimate entrance and began to pull me closer to him again as he pushed in. He continued to...stroke my shaft slowly as he ground his way deeper inside of me. His free hand wrapped around my torso as I felt his pubic bone settle against my cheeks. I held on to his arm and cooed at the sense of fullness.I gasped as he shifted his hips forward ever so slightly, pushing himself just a fraction of an inch deeper inside me. How I loved it when. "Oooooh, this is going to be nice." Let me get these jeans off, and I want to tell you something."It was as if this was the very first woman who had ever been sexual with me, going right back to Catholic Schools, first grade." I like to watch you." I was feeling a bit more relaxed now but not much. Silkie was a woman whose breasts moved gently from side to side when she walked. I find this to be incredibly erotic now, though I never thought about it till I met her. She enjoyed my attention to. As he turned down what he termed the home straight he saw a car parked under a tree. Nothing strange in that: as a lot of people used the tree as a starting point for their walks but sitting beside the car and looking rather forlorn was a black and tan Jack Russell. Despite his shouting at them to come to heel his two dogs rushed up to talk to it. It fled back down the ride it had presumably come up. Richard restrained his dogs from giving chase and went to look further along the ride. Quarter. .Saralinda's eyes widened in her surprise, as she perhaps recognized my thoughts in my expression."Oh, Moira," she exclaimed, jumping up and embracing me. "No, I didn't mean that you're a 'kept woman'. You're, like, different. Gary loves you. I mean, really loves you. You're more like his wife!"Then why has Gary gone off for so long with Kate, I thought morosely. Kate was the one he treated like his long-suffering wife, and I was the one he treated like his mistress. Or, one of his.