She began chatting, talking about her weekend and how things had been going that morning. But she trailed off as she felt her phone vibrate again. “...How long is gymnastics practice?”“1 hr,” she sent back. She knew she was only responding because of the picture he had of her. But Jenny couldn’t help but get turned on by the thought of needing to be at Mike’s beck and call.“Good. Meet me at my place. I’ve been horny thinking about you.”Jenny looked around, making sure none of the other parents. After I cleaned myself up and put on fresh panties and stockings, I triedto get myself focused on the ironing I needed to get done. But it washard to concentrate. What was happening to me? Why was I finding Markso exciting? Where was this going to lead? And most ominously - whatwould Sarah think if she knew? Would she leave me - or throw me out -for cheating on her. With a man, no less.That evening, when Sarah came home, I did my best to act as if nothingwas different, but I've always. A week later I show up at her door, my duffle loaded with my personal items and several changes of clothes. She greeted me in a long, sheer and dark chemise. I entered into her efficiency and into what was going to be the weirdest and worst year of my life. As I said, I always liked to make sure to bring women to orgasm but Donna was a passive lover. In fact anytime I was close to bringing her off she would stop me, spread her legs and ask, "just fuck me." We were pretty active but. Sie schmunzelte ihrem Spiegelbild entgegen, drehte sich dann um und sah sich über ihre Schulter ihre Rückseite an. Ihr Hintern war rund und fest, und auch ihr Rücken zeigte, wie kräftig sie war, ihre Rückenmuskeln waren deutlich zu sehen. Ebenso deutlich wie die drei langen, dunkelroten Striemen, die sich quer über ihren Rücken zogen. Vorsichtig betastete sie die frischen Wunden und zuckte zusammen. Sie brannten noch. Das würde ihr diese kleine Schlampe noch büßen! Sie lächelte still in sich.