She stood up in front of me.“How many girlfriends do you have ???” She asked with a smirk on her face. A few strands of her wet hair were dangling...on her face. My eyes were locked onto hers. I couldn’t answer.“Am I the first woman to kiss you?” She said while staring directly into my eyes.I nodded unable to speak out anything.“You have never been with anyone before?? Ah… you are just so perfect for me right now.” She said.She took all her hair and tied it behind her head. She smiled at me and. Donnie is small, about 5'5", and quite slender - as swimmers tend to be. He was trembling as I bathed his front with wet kisses and licks. I noticed his cock began to stiffen and grow. As soon as he was "standing at attention," I caressed his ball sack, pulled up a bit, so his stiffened soldier was positioned for disappearing into my wet, wanting mouth. I sucked his cock and fondled his ball sack gently, but deliberately. He was still standing - I was still sitting. It was a delight to hear his. She waited patiently as he placed the loop at the back of her neck and had the ends of the rope rest between her breasts and continue down her belly. She watched as he made a knot that rested between her breasts and another knot that rested against her clit as he ran the long end of the rope between her legs, up her back and through the loop at the back of her neck.Then he tied the loose end of it to the bed and moved her so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed. He put a chair facing her. I had seen and dealt with other peoples addictions before. I had heard the councillors dealing with addicts ask the question, “What is your drug of preference?” The theory was that if you can’t have the substance of your preference than you fall back onto something else. It seemed that I had now identified my drug of preference. It was my attraction to my wife. I had tried repeatedly to replace her with other women. The sex had been wonderful but something had always been missing. I had tried.