Her husband was a good lover “or at least she thought so” but she wished he would fuck her more. He also lacked experience not having had sex mor... than a couple of times prior to their marriage. Probing a little more, I found that she had been seduced in the University by her roommate, and though it was brief she did enjoy having her pussy licked by her girlfriend and considered herself to be bi-curious at the least. Her deep, Muslim roots prevented her from fulfilling her desires so she had. Unfortunately, it was also a time when most boys wore tightie-whities, so I was ultimately no better off than he was. I could rub his soft, warm scrotum through his underwear with my pinky but that was all. Since I was an only child, the male apparatus was still a big mystery to me and my limited access didn't help the situation at all.One summer night, after we'd gotten each other all worked up, he said he wanted to touch my skin and that I'd like it but we'd have to find a private place or we. To fill the void, she pursued her one vice, if you could call it that. She was a superstitious woman. She read her horoscope daily and believed in the usual mumbo jumbo of folks being able to tell the future. Mrs. Robinson's transformation into a cougar however truly began one summer afternoon when she left work early to surprise her darling husband at work. It was their anniversary and she wanted to take him out to lunch. When she arrived at his surgery, his secretary was nowhere to be seen,. There was enough light from the street below to illuminate her figure. She was in shadows, but he could make out the half smile on her gorgeous face. “You think you could give me a massage?” she asked. “You’re not too tired?” He nearly laughed. He could never be too tired to caress her beautiful flesh. “You have any massage oil?” “What kind of oil?” “I guess any oil would be okay. Almond oil is best.” “I have some,” she said excitedly and darted past him into the kitchen. Even though her.