''You know my aunt, the one in the nursing home whose books you sorted out? I've mentioned having a new flatmate a couple of times, and that we're fri...ends. Well, last time I went to see her she said, if you could find time one day, she would like to meet you. I know you're busy with the competition now, and going to a nursing home to see an elderly relative of mine is lot to ask. You don't have to, I'll understand if you'd rather not.'He must have said nice things to her about me, and of course. To make matters worse, my wife was beginning to relax and the final insult came when she started to thrash about in a powerful orgasm. I couldn't believe that she could come with what had just taken place but she had and was now groaning with every stroke.Simon had settled into a steady, powerful rhythm, he'd fuck her to an orgasm then withdraw as the orgasm took hold making her whole body shake, then swiftly he'd re-enter her and power-fuck her pussy again for about two minutes before bringing. I was so tired of it all that on that Friday night I was contemplating staying home. Lucky for me my sex drive won out, and I took off to the bar. I had been there for about an hour, and was remembering why I was going to stay in that night. There were the same types of people that you see out every weekend. The groups of girls that want to flirt, the Barbie doll girls with bleached hair, and to much makeup. The same lower back tattoos that the girls all swear they don't want you to see. In a. Evenher gossamer stockings were black, with a seam at the back andreinforced heels and toes.I was transfixed as she moved up the bed behind me and pressed herbreasts against my back."Sara, can you get me out of these cuffs?" I asked, acutely aware ofher breath on my shoulder as she rubbed her face with my hair."What if I said I preferred you like this? Would you really object?"asked Sara, as she ground her crotch against my buttocks and making meshiver as the satin of her knickers and the mesh.