She reached down and her hand started fondling my limp meat as she said:"I don't know what you think of me lover, but I'm not really as easy as you mi...ght think from the way things have gone. I admit that I once was. I once was so easy that I'm ashamed of myself when I remember those days. Those were the days when I got my 'honey pot' and 'Heaven' tattoos. For a while I ran with some bikers and that is when I got the big one on my back."I don't know how I would have ended up if I hadn't met Dan. Her feel good moans turned into a sexual moan. I could feel the warmth coming from her pussy. I told Beth I needed to take off her sweats so I could give her a better massage but I would of course leave her Panties on so we would both stay out of trouble. I quickly pulled the sweats down revealing Beth’s satin white panties. They tightly covered her ass and pussy and on her hips it was a thin strip of elastic satin material holding everything together. I went back to work massaging beths pussy. Your Dad died, your Mum was a single parent and then she died. All your friends at uni were more interested in sex than marriage, I get it." Yes," she said, "and I’d found this wonderful man who got me through all that and I was desperate not to lose him."There was a long pause, still holding his hand she dipped a fork in the curry and took a mouthful, savoured it, grinned at him and took another. "This is so good. You're a better wife than I am. Dan, how am I going to manage when we get home.. ”“We’re all different, Susan – we each like different things. And, if we’re smart we find out what our husbands want and make sure they get it, hoping they’ll do the same for us. Dave knows what I like, that’s for sure.”“Jim is really intuitive about sex. It’s almost like he is reading my mind these days. God, it just feels so good – everything he does, every place he touches, it’s like magic. I’m reindeerish all the time.”“Reindeerish?”“Horny,” Susan giggled. “It’s our private term for.