Would you like a drink? I made a pie we could have a slice together.”“Pie sounds nice. My head is killing. Perhaps you could give me a massage?... My body is in knots. Would that be okay?”“Of course. Let’s go upstairs and you can undress there.”Leslie and her daughter went upstairs to her bedroom. Kimberly undressed and got comfortable on her stomach in the center of the bed. Leslie looked for some massage oil that she had in the linen closet.When she came back inside of the room, she. So the search continued.I had met him fairly early in my search for a man-date, but we’d never gotten around to actually getting together. He was always working, and I didn’t have the liberty to go out on dates within the confines of the open relationship I had going with my wife, by way of experiment. In the meantime the experiment is over and the relationship is closed again. Not that it had ever been very open to begin with, some women are just not fit for that level of open-mindedness. At. “What will he expect from me?” his daughter asked, nervously.“Nothing that you haven’t been doing with me,” Aaron said.“I can’t just move in with some strange man and have sex with him. What about his girlfriend, she might have something to say about it?” Hellen asked.“She’ll be no problem. Eric will see to that,” her father replied.“Who is this guy anyway?” Hellen asked.“You remember the girl that I told you that looked enough like you to be your sister? Well it’s her boyfriend,” Aaron. Her pussy was already thrumming from the tingling of her skin. “More, Katie. Touch me more.”The instructions were not lost on the young woman. Her hands went first to Cee’s belly. It was a ruse to begin to find the underside of Cee’s wonderful tits. Using her thumbs, she lifted each breast, in turn, several times to heighten the tension. It worked. Cee leaned back again with her eyes closed and her mouth opened just enough for a nipple if one should find its way there. Finally, Katie.