Maybe it’s because we got c***dren to raise and the burden of being a parent is hard sometimes on our bodies, or it could be the age thing. Neverthe...ess, Al and I couldn’t find a way to make things better sexually and the usual fear that it would be come ‘jump-fuck-cum-sleep’ was clear.We tried a lot of stuff, like movies, books and even roleplaying, but nothing seemed to work! It looked like we were doomed to a boring sex life for the rest of our lives… But a friend’s advice was enough to. ‘I understand you quite well, Nicolai. And I want whoever is in charge now to know I didn’t run from my fate. Do what you will. Just do not expect me to forgive easily. I did nothing wrong. I did not tell them anything. They told me.’ He held up his hands, ‘I told you, Sonja… co-operate and I will make sure you are not badly harmed, and you will not be sent to the brothels.’ He waved the men forward, taking hold of one of her hands and squeezing, ‘I will ensure you are mine and no one else’s…’. Do you still feel that way?"She nodded without speaking and he leaned over and kissed her lips gently. She pressed her head up and kissed him back and moved her arms to hold his head, but he pushed them back where he wanted them."You just lie there and enjoy the feelings. They might be pretty intense. The stuff I'm going to use will make your skin VERY sensitive to stimulation. You may even have an orgasm. Will that be OK?She stared at him wide eyed and nodded. He dipped his fingers into the. She had generally worn pant suits over the years, but about a year back, she'd noticed the approving look on Josh's face when she'd bought a new black business skirt, the tight pencil skirt looking very flattering on her tall curvy figure, the trim hem ending a few inches above her dimpled knees. When her son had commented on how nice she looked, his eyes roaming up and down her long tanned legs, she'd decided it was time to make more of a change in her wardrobe. She'd gotten more of the skirts.