At the same time, tingles of thrilling excitement came from the mouth kissing her own slit. She lost herself in the lovely langour of this lesbian six...y nine with her sensual blond daughter.Their mouths began a fevered sucking and tonguing. Low moans began to fill the room, as gentle intimacy was replaced in their minds with fervent need. The smell of their cream infused their senses. Early morning sex was so intense, thought Vicky, so sweet and strong. Both hips began writhing in rising. I work from home, managing a small investment fund and she travels a lot as a corporate lawyer. Though we love each other dearly and are each other’s best friends, the spark of lust and sex has long since left our marriage. With my wife’s heavy travel schedule, I’ve not only got accustomed to, but have also come to appreciate the luxury of a lot of personal time. Though our passion for each other has waned, my libido was still very active, alive and kicking. My body and senses are still. She had started to like this house and wanted one of her own. She had already decided that she didn't want to move out as soon as possible but wait until we could buy a house then rent it out to build money so we could afford something like it.I thought she was out of her mind. It would take years for us to afford anything close to any of the houses in the community. Even the cookie-cutter homes in the front were mind-blowing expensive. Every time I tried to convince her that she was thinking. "Joerg Isebrand? The Joerg Isebrand, son of Wulf? They gave you a nasty byname in Warnesund, didn't they?"Briefly, Arnulf saw annoyance flit over the tall man's face, but then he shrugged."It's how I deal with neidings," he said.Arnulf chuckled."Oh, I didn't mean to judge you. I heard the story from several people, among them the old Count of Schwerin. Have you ever met him?" No, I thought it wiser to stay away from the North," Isebrand answered with equanimity. "Enough of past things. When do.