Cold dispassionate sex wouldn't be much fun. I'm happy to hear that some of your men friends are taking you dancing. I remember how much you used to l...ve dancing when we were first married. I'm glad you're having a good time. I've had time to think and I'm beginning to understand your assertion that sex doesn't have to be an expression of love. It can simply be a pleasurable activity enjoyed by two adults, much like playing tennis or golf. If you were playing tennis with a man, you would. We have a daughter still in school, and we sometimes need to look things up, so I suppose we could use one. As to whether we could afford it...how much does it cost?" Two thousand dollars," John said. "Which can be paid in monthly installments, if you prefer. And believe me, it is the top of the line. I wouldn't be selling it otherwise -- it wouldn't be fair."The last remark was rather cryptic, but I answered "Well, I suppose we could afford it. My husband and I both make good salaries.". "Go ahead, Melissa. Give it a nice big kiss." I leaned forward and gave the tip a quick little peck with my pursed lips. When I looked up, dad smiled and nodded his head in approval. Becoming bolder, I leaned forward again. This time I gave it a sloppy, wet kiss, letting my tongue dart out briefly. "Now place the head inside your mouth," daddy urged. My mouth was soon wetly wrapped around his cock, and I was gripping it firmly with my lips. I almost gagged when I put too much of the thick. " Now to something a bit more exciting, do you have a passport?" Yes, why?" Well we are planning to go away at the end of July and needed to makesure you had everything you needed?" Are you sure you want to take me along?" Duh," interrupted Kirsty. "You live with us now and are part of thefamily." Of course you must come," insisted Mrs Wilson, frowning at Kirsty'slanguage."You've driven to the south of France every year for the last tenyears, so there shouldn't be any flying," thought Charlotte.