Soft jazz music plays in the background. I created the perfect sanctuary for me to please you. I blindfolded you so you could see what joys your other... senses can bring you. I break your massage to gently lift your head so you can take a whiff of the bourbon drink I made for you. I pour a little into your mouth; it feels good trickling down your dry, thirsty throat. Mmmmm, it tastes good to you.My fingers slide underneath your neck, kneading and massaging your tight neck muscles. I start at the. We got down to discussing what I wanted in the separation document. It was what we are doing now, only in written form. She would take care of the kid's needs, the groceries, gas for her car, and keep house. I would take care of the rest of the bills; maintain her car and the house. We could date and fuck whoever we wanted. There was to be no sexual actives by either of us in the house with fuck buddies. He listed some other activities that were allowed, or disallowed in the document. Also,. . She was 45 and her marriage was a disaster. My friend was also separated from his wife and these two were staying together. Its a small house in the outskirts of Chennai with a private terrace and a small room in the terrace. . Then we went on top to have a smoke and while smoking the topic came to his lack of company and how he feels lonely. I delibrately pulled the topic towards sex and asked him how he is managing. He was having major regrets for not having any and at that point it stuck. Making things worse, her removing her shoes after having worn them for over ten hours, with nylons, in the middle of summer caused the sweet must of her foot scent to rise straight to my nose, and slowly envelope the car. I looked down at my lap as she seductively worked her magnificent feet over my thigh and saw the thick outline of my dick creeping slowly along the leg of my shorts on top of my thigh."You okay over there? Seem a bit quiet," she said nonchalantly as she unknowingly slipped the.