He was too great of a lover to her for that to happen. After all, didn't she deserve to be happy with a good man, even if it meant that his sour spous... would be hurt?Paul knew how his paramour felt about his wife, but he thought that it was a lot easier for an outsider to take a harder and more disinterested view of his marriage than he did. Of course, Stacy didn't regard the matter of pain for his mate to be that important; she was not obligated by vows and a sacrament to either of them. If he. The next thing she knew was that there were hands all over her pulling her clothing off with no thought for its possible reuse. Meanwhile others were pawing her various parts as the fancy took them and she realised with some horror that she was about to be gang-banged. What she couldn't understand was that deep inside there was a part of her that welcomed the thought, and she felt moisture gathering in her cunt, ready to welcome all the pricks that wanted to visit.A helicopter had arrived with. I just came into the bedroom one night, consumed by my own job stresses, and saw Marie on the bed with the laptop. What caught my attention was actually not Marie, but a piece of blue painting tape stuck to her nightstand. When I asked her about it, she just smiled teasingly and said, "Get undressed and in bed and then I'll show you."I was still focused on my job stresses, but I played along and followed her instructions. I stripped down to my shorts and got under the covers. Then Marie turned. "Do you think you could wash my back? I'd really like that." "Sure," I smiled lazily. "Here, turn around and slide a little closer." Cherie wriggled herself around and pushed herself back until she sat between my spread legs. I picked up the bar of citrus-scented soap, coated my hands with lather, and began to wash my daughter's back. Shoulders and neck first, then my hands slid down her warm body. Cherie's skin was so soft and slippery that I started to feel a little aroused again, in spite of.