”Alice smiled, “We love sluts around here. All the women sometimes refer to themselves that way. It has a meaning here: S is for sexuality, L is f...or love, U is for understanding, and T is for tolerance. We are sluts. We acknowledge and savor our sexuality, and allow it to flourish. We love other people, and that’s the basis of who we are. We avoid judgments and substitute understanding others instead. And last, we remind ourselves to exhibit the utmost in tolerance for any little thing that. She collapsed against him. "Yes, master." she sighed. He kissed her on the lips, moving one hand to the small of her back, which seemed to help her get aroused even more quickly."Hold out your arms." he said, and she moaned as she complied. He unfastened the clasp of the silken strapless, dropping it to the floor as he began to play with her nipples. Her aureolas were small, but well-formed. Her nipples were little buds of pleasure that loved the attention he lavished on them. He watched. Maybe I should refill my prescription of happy pills.” Sam’s motivation for health and fitness had changed over the years. When young, he stayed in shape to kick ass in whatever sport he chose. When Sam married Jan, they made a pact to stay attractive for each other, forsaking all others. Now, he had to stay in shape for doctors — not nearly as satisfying. Sam had the symptoms of middle age. ‘Instead of a temple, my body has become a science lab.’ More doctors had seen him naked in the last six. I asked will you take some tea or coffee so they said we will take we want not tea or coffee. So i understood and told my wife to go in room and get ready and call me when she gets ready. She went in room and removed her dress and now she was in white bra and pantie only. My wife gave me call and told me with nervous voice that she is ready. I told my friend that lets go to room and have fun. I opened door and saw my wife she was looking sexy. We all came in and closed the door. My friend.