She began to struggle and tried to pull away. ‘ Look, this is wrong, I am your wife’s mother, we have to stop it.’ I didn’nt move and kept her... pinned to the sink with my erection pushing into the small of he back and whispered ‘I am not getting sex at home, your not getting any at all, where is the problem?’ I cupped her lovely breasts over her dress and rubbed my stiffness up her spine,all of a sudden she seemed to melt. I turned her round and began to kiss her. She pushed her tongue into my. I got my cloths together–I made sure I wore something extra special just for him–and my bathing things. I took a nice 45 minute long shower with excitement only building up in me. I stepped out of the shower with my cloths in my hand and only a towel wrapped around me, I don’t even know why I bring cloths with me to the bathroom I never change in there. ‘Ugh, it’s only nine o’clock,’ I said to myself not really caring if anyone heard me. ‘What’s so wrong with nine o’clock?’ I heard a voice ask. Ive always been a daddys girl and it pays off i get spoilt all the time, i made a fortune which helped towards my tattoo and few smaller things. Later on that day after breakfast id decided to get ready and head into town with the hope id get a nice outfit for saturday night. Feeling sexy after having a bath and a shave i pulled on the comfiest leggings i could find – no knickers today for me! This i instantly regretted, it was freezing and i dreamed of granny pants! After about an hour of. You are handed a glass of chilled white wine, suddenly it dawns you.. That the whole afternoon he was gone and this is what he was doing all this time. You feel special, lucky, wonderful and yet so wanton.You want him to ride you, to punish you for your desire; you want to be his partner, his lover and his everything. He reaches out and joins you in the Jacuzzi, you want to mount him but he refuses, and whispers softly: “Not yet, but very soon my love”. He takes a sponge and starts to soap you.