We're naked, as usual, on my couch, nuzzling each other, and I'm stroking her puss. One finger quick down the middle. Caress. Repeat. We're kissing an... I like how her breath goes just so. I'm affectionate, but there's her ass, and I want it again.You'd think it was only her ass. You'd think it was only the sex. No, but God bless, to be in there. Why do I want that? Why do you want to know? Why does anyone want anything? I play with her crack, with her rim. I wet her and slip a finger inside,. The started had gone, so I asked her if she wanted a ride home. She said if I could she would be grateful. So we loaded up her groceries and I ran her home. We said our goodbyes and I went home and unloaded my stuff. About an hour later, I get a phone call. It is Jane, she asked if I wanted some dinner company this evening, as her sister was taking her Mom and Dad out for dinner and a theater show and she didn't want to eat alone either. I said that would be great and I asked when I should. As if I needed it. Dad was busy flipping the bacon and hadn’t noticed me. “Morning dad,” I said, waiting for him to turn around. “Morning sweetie,” he said, adjusting the bacon with some tongs. “Sleep OK?”“I did, and you?”“Can’t complain,” he said, still fixated on the bacon. I stepped a little closer.“Happy birthday,” I said.“I wondered if you’d remember,” he said, lifting the bacon pan and bringing it closer to the plate he had ready. He used the tongs to place the bacon on the plate, then. Eventually, she pulled away, and, opening his eyes again, he could see her eyes shining brightly with hunger, lust, and the certain knowledge of possession. Her hands reached down, and, without her steady gaze leaving his face for a moment, she gently undid his belt and pushed him down onto the hard floor. She pulled off his jeans, and, methodically, stripped him of his shirt. Crouching above him, she smiled, and, still gazing at his face, used her finger to trace his brow ridge, nose and.