My modus operandi is a visit to the loo. The best houses are the ones where one visits the bathroom rather than just a toilet, and the very best are ...hose with a laundry bin in the bathroom, for here live the dirty panties. When I'm in the mood (which to be fair, is most of the time) any pants will do. The thrill of the hunt, rummaging through the clothes in the washing bin, the moment in which the prize is found, and then the moment of turning the gusset inside out to expose the fruits. But all these varied adventures had one thing in common; each was a temporary fling. Not only did none of my lovers live in Barcelona, they all lived in different countries. There was no risk of any long term emotional encumbrances, and therefore, these encounters posed very little threat to disrupting my marriage.My feelings for Oscar had changed a bit as I became increasingly aware of the sexual pleasures I was missing in my marriage. Perhaps I did resent the fact that Oscar could not drive. No, faster," she panted."Are you sure?" I asked."Oh yes please," she moaned. "Show me what you've got." What do you mean?" I asked."Come on, don't make me beg", she moaned.Doing as she seemed to want, I thrust into her as I held on to her hips. Her loud moan permeated the room. I felt her get tighter as her fingers crinkled up papers on my desk. I will have to explain that somehow, but who cares. She howled as the stack of papers slipped through her fingers on to the floor. I even heard a. I thrust my katana into the right shoulder of the shorter one. He seemed shocked that I so easily avoided his attempt to block my katana and penetrated his armor. His outdated iron weapons might have been stopped by the thick boiled leather armor, but it didn't have a chance against mine.Thinking that they were both down, I almost died when I let down my guard. A rustling to my rear caused me to dive into a roll to avoid the attack that I heard coming. Good thing that I did since the larger one.