My thoughts made my hands work slower and the whole thing, the continuous altering breeze made me feel my whole body, legs, arms, chest, my pussy, the...neck. His body, like a magnet was behind me, his head over my shoulder, with small kisses on the neck as his hands drew lines on my arms. He slowly moved his cock over my ass left and right and like an instructor helped me cook. I was enjoying it, laughing with him, totally forgotten thoughts of boundaries and even my husband upstairs, who knows. . only time would tell if she had any diseases. As she left, the doctor prayed she wouldn't find HIV antibodies.That evening, the Traffords sat down with Zoe."Zoe, this is going to sound unfair, I know," Colonel Trafford began, holding up a finger when she opened her mouth to say something. "Your mother and I would prefer you didn't try to see Doctor Smith. Give him time to ... think about things. Give him space to get on with his life. You slept with him, didn't you?"She looked at her father,. .. he was smaller" I stuttered. He laughed out loud, still looking right into my eyes. "What do you mean, my princess? I know, I'm taller than him. He only comes up to my shoulders... What does that have anything to do with it?" grinningly he stared into the mirror, obviously enjoying my embarrassment. As I didn't reply right away he increased the pressure on my throat. "Tell me!!!" he hissed into my ear. "I mean..... I.... his... his pe.... his penis was much smaller than yours" my voice. It suited him perfectly. It was flashy, luxurious, sexy.Nor could she explain why she had willingly, no, more than that — eagerly allowed him access to those places only her husband should know. But she could tell you it was the best sex she had ever had.He had driven to a quiet, remote picnic area, taken a rug from the back seat, laying it on the ground before removing her dress and bra, locking his mouth over hers, forcing his knee between her thighs, pushing her down on her back. Almost.