"I don't want to hurt you. My hands are so rough." She leaned against him, "I love rough hands, it shows a man that's worked hard all his life." His...mouth nipped along her neck, while his hands pushed her hair out of the way. "I love the way you smell and taste. I want you, need you and hunger for you; but I"m afraid. "Afraid...of what." "Afraid this isn't real." She heard the catch in his voice and turned around to straddle him. Grabbing his hand she ran it along her naked body; over her. Hell after all, they are the ones who got us enjoying dressing like little sluts for their sexual amusement. We liked to play around as we flaunted our stuff while sampling the newly purchased merchandise. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed my husband was already home as we approached the garage. That's weird I thought to myself, wondering why he was come early, was he sick or something? "Hmm I wonder what he is doing home at two o'clock in the afternoon" I remarked to Terri, noting that he. Our sex life had been pretty vanilla, to be honest. Pattern of my life. I wandered around the aisles, looking at displays of various ‘special items’ on sale. I chuckled ruefully as I passed a bulk stack of three-foot-tall artificial Christmas trees, complete with lights and tinsel. I had not graced my simple one-bedroom apartment with holiday decorations, that seemed a pathetic gesture to me. But for a moment, I considered the tree-in-a-box. I had never had a Christmas without flashing green. By the time she reached the table and sat down, John was speechless. He felt as though his mind had been turned into putty by the gorgeous creature in front of him. He was vaguely aware that she was saying something, but he couldn't stop staring at her cleavage and remembering that ass - that ass! - of hers."Sorry I'm late," she purred. Even her voice was somehow sexier. "I had to pick something up on the way here."John noticed for the first time that Molly was holding a plain paper bag. The.