“Time to get serious. “I’ve had my fun time for your treat.”“On your knees,” she said. Leaning back getting comfortable in her seat. “Ru...b the head of your dick with your index finger.”I placed my finger as she directed. “Soft circular motions to get it started,” she instructed.As I followed her instructions my cock instantly started to grow.“Your responding much better this time,” she grinned. “Grab it and start stocking.”She was right my cock was fully erect this time.“Look how hard you. It said ‘Ahh raining so bad! I’ll come to your place instead. I love you xxx’ I replied with the offer if a hot chocolate to warm you up when you got back, and you gratefully accepted. I hurriedly began re-arranging my lounge- I’d hand an idea! I pushed my sofa back, and laid the picnic blanket over the rug on the wooden floor. I placed the hamper next to the blanket and set up my favourite film in the DVD player. Just as I’d finished, I heard the front door open and rushed to greet you. You. Sara was hanging onto me, licking my chest and grabbing my tits. I quickly got naked and threw her onto my bed, wishing I had cleaned the place before I went out.I ran my hands up and down her tight body telling her how hot she was and how every guy in the place wanted her. "I should have taken you there in front of all of them," I told her. She loved being a little attention whore and she was getting ever wetter as she played with my boobs. Her pussy lips were gleaming with her juices.Sara. I switched from the white to the sober dark gray of the hussars, and a jacket rather than a tunic. “Handsome Otto” had been my cognomen. No longer.Tea was sober, formal, almost grim.My stepmother is but a decade older than I am; my wife, two years younger. My mother was a dozen years older still. Pious, hypocritical, over-fed breeders. I made my wife’s life miserable, I know. But she had that actor, Tressler. My step-mother had her daughters and her Breviary. The daughters were her pride: Maria.