Jack snaked his hand into her sexy lace panties that showed off her perfect ass and began to rub it. He felt her breathing quicken as her face pressed... harder against his own. He slowly moved his hand downwards until he felt his fingers pressing against tender, damp skin that meant he was near her pussy. He lightly touched her there with one finger and she let out a gasp that turned into a loud moan, breaking their kiss. They held each other close as she pressed her throbbing pussy against his. ”“I know we have only tried it a couple times,” said Kevin, “but I know it wasn’t comfortable for you.”“I feel bad about that, but I still wouldn’t want the kids to know we even tried it.”Kevin was still caressing Kari’s butt. “This week should be interesting with Kathy in The Program.”At dinner, Kathy was telling about her second day in The Program. “It wasn’t too bad today. A couple boys played with my breasts.”Kate asked, “Did you enjoy it?”“I had to tell them to be gentle, but it really. Her diplomatic reply was that she didn’t need a younger guy. I was enough for her, and that she loved me, and that she still enjoyed sex with me.I replied that I didn’t need chocolate, but the occasional treat was deliciously fulfilling, yet harmless.Nothing else was said right there and then, we just cuddled gently. I stroked my wife’s head knowing that the image of a fit, naked young guy was now in her brain.The image of watching her getting fucked, was in mine.This same example continued for. Do they Miss Simpson? It is Miss Simpson?” My legs nearly buckled as I recognised ‘that voice’ from my teenage years in the middle of an argument with the Chef of the smart restaurant that I was working in. “Get back in there,” I hissed at the young man in kitchen whites, “and get it fucking right this time!” My face was like a beetroot as I turned to face my tormenter. “It is you…isn’t it…Lisa?” The grey haired man in an expensive tweed suit asked me. “Jesus Christ!” I virtually.