They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder and to me you are a really beautiful woman." Does that mean that you would have sex with me if you could...?" Yes, ma'am, at the drop of a hat." Then could we please get started. I'm not very good at just blurting this out... "I took her hand and led her down to the comfort of the master stateroom where I kissed her and began unbuttoning her blouse. She was very timid, as if she had not had much experience with men, but let me unfasten her blouse. When. Miss Umeki liked to wear her custom –made business suit even though it made her look less feminine and a little more mannish, if the truth be known. She usually stuffed her made in Paris undies with the banana-like appendage that was anchored in her already flooded with anticipation secret garden. It filled her with a sense of firm control of any situation and added the element of confidence to her persona that generally mesmerized the silly student girls into a state of silent submission to. I'll surf my usual porn sites for a bit or read a magazine. The whole time fantisizing that it is my husband doing all those things I'm looking at or reading. I get myself so worked up I can't stand it. I start rubbing my tits and pulling at the nipples. This is always a huge turn on for me. Then I'll grab a couple toys out of the drawer and play. I have a big vibrating dildo that I shove up my pussy. It has ridges that hit exactly on my g-spot. In addition, I grab one of my vibrating. ’ ‘Yeah…’ he answered, smiling as he groped my flushed body, still holding himself inside me. ‘Sorry about that….guess I got a little caught up. You do that to guys, you know.’ ‘Oh god….’ I mumbled, knowing that we’d done something wrong but unable really focus on it, or anything. He pulled out of me slowly, leaving my stretched pussy gaping from the mass that had left my body. I felt the wetness escaping my opening, a mixture of our juices. His penis, still long and partially.