At the age of 25, my wife Katy is in peak physical shape. She has long blond hair, is quite tall, and is slim. She is the love of my life.As I move to... the couch, our eyes meet, there is no need for words - I am acutely aware of what I need to do. Wearing black lingerie and stockings, Katy is reclined on the couch. She may very well be in exactly the same position she was when Peter left. It looks like she hasn't moved. Her cheeks are still red. She's smiling of course, and there is the load of. I slowly walk forward unsure of myself and what may actually happen. I am feeling hot and horny and my cock is fully erect as my mind plays over various ideas and scenarios of what is to come. I leave the corridor and enter the main living area and smell strawberries in the air and notice a number of candles strewn around. As my eyes become more acclimatised to the darkness I notice a body like shape lounging on the rather large sofa in the centre of the room. I slowly walk forward towards the. And since we have Caller ID, it was going to have to be a call from my office. So much for saving her quickly.I certainly did act quickly, though; letting myself out through the gate on that side of the house and sprinting back to the car. I'm glad no cops saw me as I roared to the office. It only took me ten minutes to get there, a new record that is unlikely to ever be broken.The phone rang ... and rang ... and rang. Pick it up, Nancy! this may be the most important phone call in your. He had an idea why Kelly had bought him this: she was keen toget him used to all things girly. He liked the colour and imagined it onKelly's lips. But then the thought turned to his own lips. He had tastedKelly's lipstick, but when she had been wearing it and it had come offon to his whilst kissing. He wondered whether there was any diffencewhen being the wearer. The only thing which prevented him from trying itwas the lack of a mirror in his room. It seemed that Kelly would proveuseful here.