A most wickedly tempting partnership, yea, friendship even, in some strange, twisted way.The sorceror watched the barbarian warrior's eyes as the sun ...owered behind the peaks to the southwest. The light of the sun had been wan all day and as it faded, the Netherlands around Mount Gyru got no dimmer. The brilliance from the battling Gods, the glow of Illuminants, the flashes of sorcerous detonations, and the eerie light of the aurora suddenly flaring in the sky all blended into an unnatural. I could see in my mind's eye the twinkle of perfectly white teeth as they just barely came down behind her lips as her mouth opened in pleas for more. More of my cock; more of me. I imagined her breasts. Small, not large, but with superlative pink nipples. I pictured her breasts shaking up and down as the rhythm of my thrusts moved her body. I could see her perfect little stomach, moving down until you finally got to the fork where I was then buried. With renewed activity I grasped the backs of. I’m really flattered Sam. I really am. So, you have actually fantasized about me, huh?”“I have.”“Will you share some details with me? That would be interesting.”“No way. I’m too embarrassed and not even sure why I mentioned it.”After a minute, she stands up and puts her back to me and says,“Sam, please unzip my dress. I want to be more comfortable.”I’m dumbfounded. What should I do? I am really nervous now and unsure of myself. I stand up on somewhat wobbly legs, reach up and unsnap the top of. I am 60 years old and my wife is 58. She still looks as good as she always has to me but she has put on a few pounds and well so have I. We might have sex once a week where back in the day we had it twice a day if not three times a day. So one night I brought the subject up about not having sex as much as we use to and that I missed it. My wife just kind of blew it off and really did not talk about it. That kind of pissed me off but not like I could make her do anything. So that night after she.