Massage oils and special lube on the night stand. First I'll undress him and wrap him in a soft robe then have him lounge on the stack of pillows I've... made for him on the bed. Now to get him relaxed. I'll pour him a glass of wine and feed him a strawberry or two. I love watching his lips open to accept the treat I'm feeding him.Taking a soft white terry towel and the massage oil I'll move down to his feet spread the towel under them and use the massage oil to give him the most relaxing foot. He soft things closed on my ears and I was in a coccoon, like being back in the womb, living in that amazing smell of an ovulating pussy, for ovulating she was. I had a mad desire to actually impregnate her, to spill my seed deep into her recepetive ovaries and make a c***d with her. I clambered upwards onto her soft belly, licking her breasts and feeling their warmth, then up to her lovely mouth so I could look into the brown pools of her eyes as our tongues entwined and my cock slid. She then took the lead and improvised a beautiful refrain. When she finished I came in once again with the bridge and last verse. Then I nodded and she improvised to a fantastic ending. When we finished, the room broke into enthusiastic applause. Then our host said, ‘That’s why I was saving Teresa for the last. John Ferraro, Teresa Romano. Teresa this is John.’ She stood and extended her hand to me. I saw how pretty she really was. Dark hair and eyes, about five foot six with a very nice. Then he saw her sleeping again. He stepped into her room, and his hand slid down onto his cock – she was so peaceful, so beautiful. Her body was the altar upon which he worshiped. The burning sensation around his shaft ignited again, and his hard-on returned with a fury. How wrong was it to wake her just for a fuck? “Hey kiddo,” He whispered, as he knelt next to her.She moaned, “Daddy?”“Hey,” He smiled. “Why are you in my room?” She asked lifting her head off the pillow. What a question. The.