“Don’t lie, Dad. There’s something wrong. I can tell.”A long moment of silence followed. Then he sighed. “It’s lonely in my head,” he to...ld her.Not understanding, Addison asked, “What do you mean, lonely?”He caressed her shoulder. “When you sit quietly, alone, your mind fills the silence with memories and thoughts. They float, glimpses of events, feelings, good or bad. They keep you company. I have nothing. I have a silent void, a blank slate, no cherished memories to keep me company. I have. He understood and enjoyed the fact that I was able to cum more than once in our sessions, and that I little control first time around. This second night together was no different. By the time I’d sucked him off I was hard again.After a brief rest Ken laid me on top of his body, hugged me to him, and urged to rub my erection over his saliva covered flaccid cock. He gripped the cheeks of my arse with his hands as I slithered back and forth over him. It felt good and I craved release in response. I rank the pleasure a woman gets from me fucking her at least as highly as my own. It may be an ego or pride thing, but when I'm fucking another man's wife it massively increases my pleasure to see and feel her getting pleasure from me that I know she has never had and never will get from being fucked by the chronically under-performing husband she is happily betraying in their marriage bed.Also, I have become very strongly addicted to those feelings of satisfaction and male dominance a young. Aa mari pehli sex ni varta chhe aasha rakhu ke badha ne gamse pehla mari pehchan api dau hu dhara chhu 25yr ni merried female , hu last 5 yr thi sex ni maja lai rahi chhu pehli war hu mara padosi sathe sutheli e pan mari marji wagar mara padoshi ne hu pehle thi gamti hati e Ket ketli war mane yaad kari muthya marto hato , parantu ek diwas moka no faydo upado lidho mara ghare koi na hatu maro padosi mare ghare avi ne mane prasadi api gayo me khadhi ne hu tart j bebhan thai gai e taran mane upadi.