Excepting what's going to happen and letting every inhibition go.He walked over to me and stood close. I could feel his breath on my face as his hand ...lowly, gently, brushed up my arm.He looked me dead in the eye and said, "Wanna dick around?".This was our old code for getting naked and sweaty.I could barely talk, but muttered, "yes" and took his hand as I showed him the bedroom.This was the bed where my wife and I had made love over and over but now, his body would be where mine usually laid.. Tab mujhe dyan aaya kee hum log to hotel mein hai or ghar par koi bhee nahee hai kyon na ghar jakar hee kuch kare tab mein ghar jane kee jugat lagane laga or maine Sali ko ishara karke pass bulaya or kaha kee kisi bhee bahane se ghar chalo koi bhee kaam se to wo boli kee aap to bade hee chalak ho jiju moka talash kar hee liya aakhir or khush huee tab wo boli kee mujhe ghar par vaise bhee mere dress or saman lene jana hai or kahakar wo gharwalo ko kahane le liye chali gaee kee mein jiju ke sath. (for the sake of this I’ll call her Rachel). Rachel was 23, petite, about 5ft6 with bright red (dyed) hair.This all happened about six months ago, we’d just come back from a really nice holiday and needed to catch up on some sleep. We were feeling very loved up so she stayed over at my place. I woke up nicely refreshed and left Rach in bed while I made us both a cuppa. I took it back to the bedroom with me, I could see her laying on her tummy with her beautiful peachy arse poking up at me,. Our parents helped us out a little with the money situation. Thank God for parents.Back to my sexual thoughts. I'm like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, when it comes to sexual thoughts. I have two complete opposite opinions on the subject of my sexual thinking. Let me try and explain.If I had to live life all over again, I don't know which I would choose. The upright standing man who lives the good clean life, Dr. Jekyll. He might be the deacon of the church. No sexual wavering, and only the one.