. Wet, loving, satiated by the whole experience her body gradually relaxing under my kisses into a post orgasmic repose. Nestling into each other's ar...s, we lay there quietly absorbing every emotion. Now, still looking into each other's eyes; her smile of satisfaction emanating across her face, I whispered, "Come to bed." Her touch beside me was wonderful; it was a touch of meaning, a touch of warmth and love as we cuddled close, her face close to my neck; her thigh between my legs. A man was sitting reading his papers when his wife hit him round the head with a frying pan.‘What was that for?’ the man asked.The wife replied ‘That was for the piece of paper with the name Jenny on it that I found in your pants pocket’.The man then said ‘When I was at the races last week Jenny was the name of the horse I bet on’ the wife apologized and went on with the housework.Three days later the man is watching TV when his wife bashes him on the head with an even bigger frying pan,. My head hangs in submission at your words. Those words bring me great joy. I live to make you happy. You kiss my forehead and pet my hair. This initial exchange always takes the most out of me and you are always so very gentle, after. I am so comfortable and I could lay her safe in your arms for days. I slide down so that I can reach your hard cock. I gently kiss your thighs, enjoying the smell of leather from your chaps. I run my nails down them in between the kisses. You sigh and roll onto. She was very nice looking, slender and petite, but rather flat chested. Cheryl was married, but I could tell she had a kinky side to her. She told me several times that she wanted to go to a topless bar. Although she was straight, Cheryl had a curious attraction to large breasted women. She often remarked how she was jealous of Rena’s huge tits. There was a really wild topless bar not far from work and I would go there from time to time, usually when friends visited from out of town. I told.