As you are here for the weekend, can I persuade you to call in at Meadowlea and spend a little time with my father? He is most anxious to meet you.’... ‘Of course. When would be best?’ ‘Come on Sunday morning for coffee.’ ‘Fine. I would like to meet your father.’ Aleksy was quite happy to see me. He insisted on taking me around the house and pointing out various items. I was right to let him have some leeway. The work he and his crew put in was excellent. The doors were in place, the windows were. We definitely had the same amount of chemistry in person.“Let me show you around.” I took his hand in mine. “It’s a rather small apartment, but it’s mine. We’re in the living room now, and the kitchen’s just over there.” I tugged on his hand a little bit and he followed me. “The bathroom’s here to the left.”I felt his arms wrap around my waist from behind. His lips followed a line from my collarbone up to my ear. “Where’s the bedroom?” he whispered.“I thought we were going to have a movie. Well this week Vicki and a few of her friends came down to stay in their beach house, a little relaxing time now that school was out for summer and to get some girl time away from their husbands and family. Vicki is and petite good looking woman of forty eight years old, maybe a hundred pounds, very fit, pert small tits, cute face and curly blonde hair. Not Gilbert's type but a lot of men would pound her four foot ten inch frame in a heart beat. Gilbert ran into Vicki right after they arrived. As an author, this can get pretty annoying, and I’m sure many other authors will agree with me on that one. But for that one perfect idea, I begin to write it, often deleting massive chunks of the writing to try and get it to my very best. As the descriptive writing blossoms into erotic, hardcore, lustful sex, my pussy begins to moisten, my nipples begin to harden and my teeth begin to sink into my lower lip as I get more and more aroused. Just the thought of my idea coming to life on the.