After the massage, I closed out my computer and headed home. It had been a long time since I had been home early and it was quite nice to enter an em...pty house. It seemed so peaceful and quiet with a light snow falling outside I figured it would be nice to get comfortable so I entered my room and began to get out of my clothes. I unbuttoned my shirt and flung it off onto the bed then unsnapped my bra and let my breasts fall out. It felt so nice but a slight chill hardened up my nipples in an. Different feel and different taste. She opened her mouth to receive his tongue which probed in, seeking her tongue. It was magical. She felt his hand on one of her boobs gently squeezing it. His hands were large and strong. The kissing became more passionate and she was experiencing feelings which she never realized she ever had before. Kala could not help having a touch of guilt flashing through her mind that she was with some one else other than her husband and was enjoying what she was. He said he totally understood but if I needed to talk to pop round anytime, especially this weekend as David was away visiting family, so if I fancied a drink and a chat to go round. I said I wasn't sure as I didn't think I could go just for a chat after being so turned on last time, I didn't think I could trust myself, Simon said even more reason to come round, my girlfriend was working nights so when I mentioned this he said to pop round by between 9 and 10, if I wasn't there by 10 he would. Her black, tailed coat framed her delicious body perfectly. Silver buckled shoes covered her feet and her hair, always short and lustrous shone in the light of the chandeliers. Our ‘wedding’ was not as grand as Lady Chatterton’s. We did indeed have a ceremony of sorts. Mistress Pickles solemnised our union with a blessing that made tears run again down my cheeks. At her speech’s conclusion, Maria lifted my veil and, before all, kissed me most passionately. Loud applause greeted this. There was.