Could I do less? I am so turned on by scent, and she has such a scent where I am held nearly immobile taking it in. I put my nose in close, followed b... my mouth until I touched her. My lips kissed her then, my tongue slipped out from my lips and lightly grazed hers. I remembered somewhere in there to breathe and I heard my breath exhale and then inhale again.I used my tongue then, gently, caressingly over the folds and soft ridges of her pussy, occasionally dipping in to the entrance and then. “I had also seen you sun-bathing in your backyard from my bedroom window and taken care of myself after getting aroused”, Neil told Rita. Now he waited for her next words. “Are you saying that you are asking me if it was wrong”, she whispered as she looked at him. “Oh God! No, I do not think it is wrong. We are quite close in age and it is all very natural! You may not be even 10 years younger than myself”. Now Neil moved closer to her by inches and asked if any of her family members were home.. " "I was going to ask you about it. How come when you pulled it, itfelt just like my own hair was being pulled?" "It is a new innovation. They have a very fine mesh that hasadhesive. The adhesive breaks down in about three months but bythen your real hair has grown up through the mesh and it stays onyour head just as if it was glued on. Stephanie shaved your headbefore she put it on you. You looked kind of cute with a baldhead." She laughed. He didn't think it was at all funny. All he could. Even after four years of having Heather, he would never get bored of her willingness to bend to his every will.After his bath, Heather dressed him in his bathrobe and followed behind him as he walked to the living room. He sat down on a recliner and leaned back, sighing with pleasure. She got on her knees and bowed her head again.“May I please my master?” she asked.“Do so,” he loved it when she asked that question. He leaned back a little more to get himself comfortable.Heather inched herself.