“Honey; are you feeling okay?” I asked her after five minutes while still continuing a mild message. “A little bit papa jani” she replied. I m...ved her leg a bit but she squealed in pain. I continued rubbing her fleshy thigh from one side but the touch and the sight of her milky soft skin gave me a strenuous erection. “It is little below at my leg papa” she said and I started applying balm at her lower thigh. “My whole body is stiffened papa, I am feeling cold and pain in my shoulders as well”. Slowly, she unbuttoned the expensive overcoat and opened it. Sliding it off her shoulders she let it fall to the floor. She wore a dark blue silk blouse, with a brightly colored scarf at her neck. A grey wool skirt fell just above her knees. Brightly polished leather boots extended from her small feet up under her skirt. Her hands went to her neck, and untied the scarf. As she pulled it away, and dropped it to the floor baring her neck. Around it he could see the thin black satin collar she. When I surveyed the mess I was in, I found that cooling sticky semen was splattered all over my pubes and down the insides of my thighs. What was so exciting four minutes before, now seemed so gross. I stared down between my ankles at my pristine panties and saw them all soaked with spent sperm. As my formerly innocent undies soaked with Zero in the sink, I stepped into the shower. Lots of soap and a thorough rinse made me feel squeaky clean and virtuous for a change. As my husband. I should measure it again because at that size every little bit matters. I don't fuck the necks of bottles - it's not very satisfying and feels like you're stabbing your uterus. So it took me a while to work up to that wide French Chardonnay, and a lot of nights playing with a smaller bottle and then trying it again. I thought to organize my wine rack by size once, but I prefer not knowing the details and just going based on my appetite.And tonight is a French Chardonnay night. I don't need.