Our dating was fairly conventional and when I married Joan just two years before my retirement at 55, we had had a fairly ordinary and not very advent...rous pre-marital sex life. She did let me stick my finger in her anus when I was fucking her. Other than that, sex was pretty routine. Now I have had spanking fantasies ever since I was nine years old. Thats when the head counselor at Camp Kebo had bent me over the desk in his office for a bare-bottomed paddling with the camp nurse looking on.. Our conversation was all over the place, talking about the city and sharing some info about our businesses.The whiskey was really starting to hit me, so I decided I should get something to eat before too long. We ordered a couple of appetizers and picked at them while we talked. We eventually got back on topic, and Mark asked me if I was too sore for another round. I told him I was eager to try but wanted to shower first.Mark took care of the check, and led me toward the elevators. As we moved. Kashish pulled herself up and spun around, moving to sit on the edge of the bed again. That felt great she grinned sometime I’ll have to get someone to shoot their cream down my throat. Ankita handed Kashish the bottle of olive oil. Kashish unscrewed the cap and poured some of the oil onto her hand, trapped the bottle between her knees, rubbed her hands together and began to spread the oil over Kshitiz’s dick and balls. He moaned at the slick sensation and at Kashish’s touch. How many women. Sheryl took the few steps that brought her to the edge of her own king sized bed, merely a foot from her sisters torso. It was like another woman controlled her actions, at least that is how she would later feel about this moment. Perhaps it was simply inquisitiveness that reached out her jewelled hand and fingers towards that sweaty naked female.The difference between the two female bodies had always been curves. Becky had them, Sheryl did not. Since they had both developed into woman, those.