“Take it off!”“What here?”“Yes! And if we are going to renew our relationship you know not to question my requests!”I slipped the shoulder...straps off through the arms of my blouse. His hand slipped round my back inside my top and cupped my boob. I was excited, I was horny. He tweaked my nipple, pinched it, pulled it. My eyes were rolling i was close to orgasm, as he kissed and bit my neck. Through my leggings his other hand felt between my sopping pussy.“You are a fucking whore, you really need. I was curled around my little whore, spooning her, my morning erection pressed against her cute little butt. My arm was being tugged on, and I looked over my shoulder. My wife was pulling on me. ‘Hold me, John. Hold your wife, please. I’m scared.’ I relinquished my grip on our guest, and turned to Wendy. She rolled onto her side, and I snuggled in behind her. I put my arm around her and she clung to it. ‘I love you, baby. You’ve done your best to destroy our life, but I still love you,’ I. She should have the type of body you have. I want just the photocopy of you.”I smiled and asked, “What do you like about my body?”He replied, “Like you have such beautiful lips, I like the way upper lips color match with your skin and your lower lips are pinkish and your neck is so long and beautiful.” He apologized for the things he was going to say, “I like your smell sometimes when I hug you and I like that you don’t have that big or small boobs, just perfect. I like how you wear your jeans. But, they say the truth shall set us free....so I should be a free motherfucker when this thing's over.I'm going to start with a not-so-brief history of sexual impressions from my c***dhood that led up to the circumstances of my first proper orgasm. Not because you should care, but because it's my story and this is how I'm telling it. :PSo, I can recall that, at around the age of 5 (or younger, not sure), I was outside on a sunny playground and one of the nannies (a fair, thick brunette named.