Her eyes nearly closed…mere slits…her eyelids heavy…but her eyes almost sleepy still focused on me..“Pa” she gasped. As she touched her inne... thigh…startling herself…her lids flew open…she was invoking her own father…this realization unsettling her for a moment…also giving me pause…is she in a self-induced trance? Seeing all the father figures of her life?“Mr. Zuli! A groan…who was this...a past teacher? “Mr. Zuli” more emphatic…and her dancing became less dreamy…more flagrantly erotic. The. He has cheated on me from the beginning, and, when I confront him, he denies everything. What's worse, everyone knows that he cheats on me. It is so humiliating. Also, since he lost his job 14 years ago, he hasn't even looked for a new one. All he does all day is smoke cigars, cruise around and shoot the bull with his buddies, while I have to work to paythe bills. Since our daughter went away to college he doesn't even pretend to like me, and even hints that I may be a lesbian. What should I. Then her palms were crossing over his skin. Meandering rivers of silken touch. She started opening his jeans, reaching inside to liberate his swollen cock from his briefs. He let go of her distended nipples and pushed the diaphanous excuse for a dress down over the curve of her hips. White thong. Pouting mound through the taut skin of clinging cotton/nylon blend. Cup of his large hand curling over the shape of her sex. Fingers pressing. Lace uttering a half moan into his mouth. It was as. Her breasts slick with our perspiration seemed to reach out to me, demanding my mouth and my mouth took her breasts, sucking and licking the globes and pinnacles. Her thighs spread wide to ease my way into her body. I positioned myself and pressed forward, she sighed happily, reaching down to guide me as I entered her. I may have thought sub-consciously that she seemed quite tight but very wet. Had that registered with me before? I couldn't remember, but other things I did recall. The way she.