.. as I enter, she is in bed, she looks feverish indeed!She has red blushes at her cheeks ... I feel her forehead - not so bad - let me take your tem...erature, my dear Every inch into her horny intentions, she turns to her belly and waits for me to pull down the sheets and her slipDoes her hot dream come true, or mine or of us both? ... She doesn't wear anything underneath her long shirt!Unusual wet twat she sports ... but I pretend I do not notice as I coolly insert the temp into her tasty. She found herself invited to coffee mornings, or the equivalent, with well-bred women; mothers often with nubile daughters ready and willing to throw their naked legs around my body. Knowing my lack of prejudice against the more mature sexual partner, Tara several times arranged a mother and daughter afternoon where two or three mothers and daughters were invited to attend at our guest chambers.I did have to explain to Tara the difference between mature (sexy, slightly more meat on the bone). ‘Any idea why this makes you so uncomfortable?’ he asked gently.‘I think it stems from when I was younger. I was touching myself and my parents saw me through the French doors. Banged on the window and shouted. It’s been taboo in my mind ever since.’‘Ah, a childhood trauma,’ smiled Jack. ‘Let’s see what we can do about that.’‘I didn’t realise this was also a therapy session,’ countered Meg.‘It’s whatever you need it to be, sweetheart,’ said Jack gently. ‘You’re right handed?’ Meg nodded in. “I guess you need to fuck me with your cock now, right?” I asked.He just fucking nodded but he had the most determined look on his face. I could tell I was in for something special here!“Well,” I said, “better give it to hard and fast then…” I replied, and in my sexiest upper class accent, “and please do hold on for as long as possible,” I continued.He grinned broadly, half stood up, placed his hands on the sofa either side of me and fucked his cock straight into my cunt. It was long, hot and.