Serious relationships are counted on the fingers of one hand, but 1-offs and even longer relationships I have no idea. I love my husband and my k**s, ...my jobs, the holidays abroad, our 5-bedroom house, my SUV etc. Sex is ok-ish and I do have a fling with an old ex-workmate of mine from time to time and a season, semi-regular shag-buddy in our Spanish villa. No complaints. But when I masturbate all I think about is how he phuqued me.He was 53 and I was 18. I had recently broken up with my then. "I almost can't wait to see what form that retaliation will take." I'm not sensing anger now. I remove his blindfold and carefully look up into his eyes. There, I see it. It is a look of feral awareness, a cold calculation of which instinct, flight or fight, would be the best choice. The look a strange dog once gave me just before it decided to rush me. It would have bit me if I had not jumped back beyond the reach of its chain. He's studying me, looking for weakness, wondering if I'm. I tried to gasp in shock, but I was completely paralyzed. I crashed onto the ground. Pain flared as I tumbled across the floor. Fiona fell beside me and Seamus struck the ground with a mighty clatter.“The pussy juices of a dryad are remarkable for working life magic,” the Biomancer said, his voice cultured, educated. “I made sure to collect a few vials when I dominated the dryad.” He stopped before Seamus. “So this is why Viora escaped. I should have expected the Triad to come calling, but you. ” I replied. She was taken aback but not shocked. “Okay...if you want.” she said smiling. I rose up enough to kiss her and say, “I do.” That left her with a hungry look of readiness, as if she wanted it too. “Relax and let go when you want.” I told her. I pushed her legs back a little more and positioned myself comfortably. I placed my open mouth around the upper part of her pussy. My hands roamed up to her breasts and I felt her hands clasp mine. She was exhaling deep, preparing herself. She.