I tried my best to be there for him once a week, although even with a gallon of lube it was not very comfortable. I couldn’t help but wonder if he n...ticed my lack of enthusiasm, but if he did, he hid it well.I was shocked when I went into our house and saw Henry, freshly shaved, wearing his best suit, and I could smell the cologne I gave him for our anniversary.“Henry, I didn’t know we were going out tonight.”“We’re not,” he said.“We’re not? Then why are you dressed up?”“WE’RE not going out,”. To heighten the pleasure, I glazed over my eyes to concentrate better on my genitalia. Admittedly in another level of consciousness by then, my prancing gait had driven me into a state of complete abandon. I was oblivious to everything but the motions that created my bliss, including my wide-eyed little Louise. The trance that her flopping locket’s tugs induced was shattered by the roadblock of her extended legs as I turned back for another jiggle by. “Now walk with your double-headed dildo. I am so turned on as I stand there with my shorts at my feet, cock in hand, wrapped in her thong that I did not hear someone come in through the garage since I left the garage door open. Becky had come home to pick up something that she left behind. She came up the stairs and noticed that her bedroom light was on. As she enters her room to shut the light off she sees me there jacking off with her panties. She screams, the hell are you doing and I am startled and quickly drop her panties and try. Despite my anger toward the guy that I never met, I found myself wanking off in my student room while imagining her with him. I didn't understand quite why, or that there was a fairly common fetish about it among people, and I'd never heard the word for it.I was visiting a woman in her fifties, in the more rural parts of the area, to learn about paganism and such things. The Priestess was a woman named Sue, who was blond, quite busty and raunchy looking while dressing demurely. She gradually.