It would not be the first time. But the door had not been shut. One way or the other I had to go downstairs.I grabbed my robe and tied it on then quie...tly opened my bedroom door. Looking down the stairs I could see light under the lounge door. I walked slowly down the stairs, if for no other reason than it was a house for students with all the lack of attention to small repairs that implied. It would have been easy to trip over the creases in the stair carpet. A couple of steps creek. Each time. She can’t burst and dissolve too soon. She just looks up into his eyes panting a little. Yes, Emma is coming along perfectly.Donald moves away from the bed somewhat out of Emma’s sight. He undresses as he hears her sigh in disappointment. He comes back to the bed. Emma lifts her head a little, looking in the mirror, she sees his beautiful naked body standing right next to the bed. He climbed on the bed and kneels between her legs. He runs his hard cock up and down Emma’s slit, in her juices. I again had to be careful in what I said as I did not want her to know that she was the first person I ever actually fucked, or ate their pussy, or made them orgasm. I hadn't even seen Edie's pussy as it belonged to her Master. I was proud of my oral efforts with Mary and hoped that they continued. My previous history on pleasuring women came from book learning mainly reading swinger and other adult magazine submissions. Well, the articles and letters on doing oral and fucking for the pleasure. But did I want to go back to the way things had been? Did I want to go back to a life of sexual frustration and dissatisfaction? Could I really turn my back on the extraordinary pleasure I had enjoyed even during our briefest of copulations on the lounge floor? How might it feel if we had more time, more privacy, more familiarity with each other’s bodies?And anyway, hadn’t my husband assured me that I had his blessing? Hadn’t he urged me to cheat on him? Wasn’t it at least partly his fault,.