.. “Now, you.”“Take me. So warm, so smooth.”“So solid.”... “Oh, darling. Come for me. Come around me.”“Yes? ... Yes?... “Yesss! Ah...h!”“Karen! ... Fuck!”... “Mmm. You, Jeff.”“I love you, too. You’re going to miss this in a month.”“And you aren’t? Do you expect me to believe that a soapy hand in a shower will really feel as good?”“Never claimed that at all. As a matter of fact, you have the smoothest, warmest, snuggest cunt in all the world.”“And you’ve tried them all.”“Only a tiny fraction. You. I felt my penis get wider and thicken,I was getting excited.I started to lust after the shape of his body.He was only about 19 and I was 23.He said he was from the east looking for work up north where the money was good.His hair was a dirty blonde,longish and curly.He had on a tee shirt a little small for him and slightly torn exposing a brown waist at times and the white elastic waist band of his underpants.That is always a huge turn on for me with boys.He had light blue jeans and work boots. . Patrick was a definitebreast man and I knew enough to take full advantage of my C-cup bust. Icould generally win just about any discussion if I brought my 'girls'into action. As I sat on the arm of his chair, I lightly ran my handover the crotch of his pants, stroking his cock through the fabric."Let's go upstairs and you can show me now if you want?"Despite his protests that this wasn't worth it, he followed me upstairsand soon I had his pants and underwear off of him. He reluctantly tookthe. You don't have to understand why. You just have to accept that it excites him and he's not hurting anyone else. Isn't that all that really matters?" "I can't imagine Eric serving cocktails to you and me before we get into bed." "Your husband isn't David." "No he certainly isn't." Maureen paused. After a moment she said, "I think I'm starting to get it." "Okay." "Our personal fantasies aren't anyone elses business." "As long as nobody else is getting hurt by them." "Of course, that goes without.