To keep the momentum going I slid down and rested my head on the arm of the sofa making my skirt ride up. Slowly I began to run my hand down the insi...de of my thigh, until it reached the freshly shaved smooth flesh, and began to stroke my clit. Groaning, I tilted my hips to allow my fingers full access to my dripping cunt. Before too long ‘nipples’ had slid out from under me and onto the floor so he was kneeling between my legs. Again he wasted no time in delving his tongue into the warm. I have to figure out a story to get a weekend away from my wife, without arousing her suspicion. That will be the difficult part. I have not posted any photos of myself, but I send a photo of my face to you. I am much older than you, older than your father, but that's part of what you like about our chats. You are also younger than my own daughter. When you see my picture, you realize that I don't look bad for an old guy, and not creepy. That was your biggest concern. Later I send a photo of my. He was rubbing his cock raw on a daily basis thinking about her, and they’d never even had a conversation. It was insanity. So it was an incredible surprise when he saw her at his favorite coffee shop. She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and glasses and her hair was pulled into a sloppy bun, but it was definitely her. He watched her, tucked into one of the overstuffed chairs. Her feet were tucked up under her and she was drawing, it looked like, and taking occasional sips of her coffee.. I ask myself why I can’t bring myself to safe word and I don’t have a great answer for myself. If only I had nip this in the bud, maybe there would be some decent limits. But I just love the feeling – in the privacy of our home – of being her humiliated slave.And she loves victimizing me. At first I wasn’t sure whether she was enjoying it or just trying to make me happy but I quickly realized that she revels in making me as miserable as possible. If she found out that it was too much and too.