“How long have you been experiencing this problem?”“I guess almost a year, now.”“Does it cause you persistent discomfort?”“No, uh, it’...s really only a, uh… oh… a problem when my husband and I make lo… uh, have, uh, intercourse.” Angela stammered looking down at her hands.“Are you experiencing any itching or irritation?”“Uh, no, it’s really, uh, only a problem when I, uh, I mean my husband and I have, uh, have sex.”“Your husband is your only sexual partner.”“Of course!” Angela’s retort was. Instinctively I buck my hips with her motion. Herhands mash into my tits. I hear myself moan with pleasure. Thesensations were overwhelming and amazing.After a while She cums and rolls off me as she sighs with pleasure.Turning to me she says that she appreciated that I was more involvedthen usual and it was great. Then she gave me a shove and slapped mybutt and said that I should get breakfast going.I hurry off. The house looks somehow familiar. I head toward thekitchen. It seems my body knows. Her eyes were bloodshot with tears as she looked at her father then jumped into his arms. She looked over her father's shoulder to see her heros smiling back at her. By now our entire group had huddled around the barn door to see their victory. After a minute or two, the family embrace was finished. They walked over to us and I stepped forward to great them. "Vous remercier si, donc beaucoup pour épargner ma fille. " the father said in a compassionate tone. "He said he thanks you for saving. ‘Luckily he’s almost as insatiable as I am.’ When we were finished she asked what I’d like her to wear to bed, and grinned cheekily when I answered as I pulled back the covers. ‘Just your skin.’ We slid between the cool sheets and for a few minutes simply cuddled, for both warmth and the sheer pleasure of it. But as our bodies moulded to each other’s the warmth gradually turned to heat and slow, almost absentminded caresses became more insistently purposeful. I slid one hand up the curve of her.