Fifteen seconds later she was naked and they were fucking on the blue yoga mat. He didn't bother asking until after, if she had or expected company. ...He was surprised to feel disappointed that she didn't. That she was just teasing him.As the days and weeks passed they went on with their normal, quiet lives. Neither again brought up the idea of adding another player into their sex life. John, however, hadn't forgotten about that train ride home. He'd had dreams about it. About watching. No reporter or biographer could dothat.Jake was a terrible husband and father. No surprise for a man dedicatedto the accumulation of wealth, power and influence. His wife had leftthree years ago and taken a quarter of his fortune with her. That didn'tslow Jake's career, of course. Why would it? Grieving and healing wasfor people who were capable of forming real connections with other humanbeings.Jake rarely saw his children anymore. Even if he had more time withthem, he'd never be able to forge. Chachu was probably an experienced love maker. Still rubbing & massaging his strong palm reached its destination — my right boob. I had my nightie and I was sure he could feel my chest heaving in the dark. Suddenly I could feel his broad palm over my breast, and he pressed. A moan escaped my lips.Chachu massaged my breast whilst I just lay without making a sound. I could now feel Chachu sliding towards me. He came up to my hand and slowly slept on his stomach positioning his penis into my hand.. "I'm glad you like it Margot, it's a good shape and it has a nice feel to it somehow."The two small windows were draped in softly coloured cotton and the wooden floor had a beautiful Persian style carpet alongside a deep comfy bed.As we looked from the bedroom windows the boys were chuckling their way across the drive together. They had that appealingly odd mixture of boys in young men's bodies. Guy had his shirt thrown over his shoulder, his body proudly open to the sunshine. I felt a rush of.