Taking after me with my long golden-blond hair, while her eyes are a bit lighter than my own deep, dark shade of blue, I have to be honest; she's gorg...ous. It's clear we're related, and I take pride in the fact that we are sometimes confused as cousins by strangers. I look after my own body well and I'm proud of the result. Not an ounce of fat too much, which further accents my best assets, my D-cup breasts. And my babies were being put to good use that morning. I mostly do counselling, but. Your lips brush mine but were gone before I could steal a kiss. I crave to have those lips pressed against mine. The very thought of it makes me ache with need. With feverish desire, we move from the couch to the bedroom; our movements animalistic as we dance our way down the hall touching and grabbing each other. Once in the bedroom, you throw me onto the bed. You kiss my neck, sending shivers down my spine as your tongue plays across my skin. Your lips are suddenly upon mine and I’m. ‘Hiya Bill. Am still heading out your way in a couple of weeks. I would recommend you don’t have sex with your wife from now on as she will be horny and a much easier target. Later L.’That was hard. Me and the wife have a great sex life.We would have sex most days but I managed it somehow. She tried hard a few times but I kept busy with my painting staying up late and masturbating. Then the day came I got a text from Leroy.“Bill I am in town, let me know when she goes out.’“K’ I replied and. I felt my face turn red. I tried to smile back at her, but I was interrupted by my wife shouting from the dressing room. "JON, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" I glanced in the direction she was calling from then turned around and looked back at the angel. She was looking towards the dressing room with a scowl on her face and slightly shaking her head in disapproval. I turned, defeated, and walked to the dressing room. We left there spending a little less than the normal $400. I actually got out of.