บททั้งหมดของ Steamy Dreams : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

But no matter, I was quite relaxed now and Toby was happy so it was nice to be able to chat but then she broke the flow of conversation to tell me that my now newly vacant left tit had started dripping and that there was nothing to catch the drips. I checked left and right to locate a tissue or pad but she was first to a pack of wet wipes, took one out and held it to my nipple. The shock of her quick actions was overtaken first by the cold wet cloth and then by the pressure from a strange hand which was exhilarating for a moment and made my nipple go rock hard. After a few more moments she started a very light massage of my tit telling me that she wanted to dry up the residue from under and around the nipple. The feeling was amazing and I automatically closed my eyes and let out a slight moan telling her that it felt nice after being chewed on by Toby, so she kept going. A moment later her spare hand moved to my leg to steady herself and it too started to lightly and rhythmically ma

I picked up the rhythm with my two fingers and placed my other hand on her waist to steady her as I started to finger fuck her hard. She moaned louder as she quickly approached her orgasm and I joined her with my own low growl as my fingers went into overdrive.I had never felt so horny as this and I completely lost sense of where we were and that Toby was still lying on the changing mat behind me.Her pussy juices were running down my fingers and I felt her knees buckle slightly as she reached the point of no return. Her waist and hips were gyrating when she released the tension and erupted both verbally and physically. I felt the temperature on my fingers quickly increase realising that she had started to pee which was a first for me and came as such a shock that it broke the build up of my own orgasm. I started to remove my soaked fingers and hand from between her legs but she was still coming hard and she grabbed my hand and stuck it straight back deep into her pussy moving it qui

"How long did we sleep?" I was slightly drowsy but looked at her naked body crouching over me and quickly realised what she had said, "Yes, please, some more of the same please but don't wake Toby."As I lay on my back, naked and aching I knew I wanted more sex with Tricia, she was amazing. Soft and gentle unlike Nobby or perhaps any other man could be. A woman's touch so soothing and at the same time so exciting.With my eyes closed and her soft touch and kisses fluttering all over me I felt my legs being raised up at the knee and spreading wide and expected the soft touches to drift dowanwards as she again explored the soft skin in between my thighs and up to my still aching pussy.I was wet whether from earlier or again wet from the instant expectation as I felt the movement in between my legs and then immediately the probing at the entrance to my vagina which surprised me a little as it was so sudden and bigger than a single finger or even two. But my eyes stayed shut in bliss as

I watched my son slip the ring onto her finger, then watched her sip the celebratory champagne, those lips that had been wrapped around my cock that morning.Martyn's hands were shaking as he knelt in our sitting room. Ingrid was crying. Anna looked at me over his head, her expression unreadable. Six months of madness led to this moment.I'm Stephen Bennett. Fifty-four. Professor of economics at Cambridge. The kind who publishes papers nobody reads about theories nobody gives a shit about. Thirty years married to Ingrid, a writer who hosts a book club on Thursdays where everyone drinks too much wine.One son. Martyn. Twenty-seven. He works in the City doing something incomprehensible with other people's money. "Fund management," he calls it. I call it legal theft.I'd never cheated before Anna. Never had the urge, really. Ingrid and I had good years. Then adequate years. Then years that just... existed. Efficient. Enough to pretend we weren't just flatmates who occasionally shared a b

The argument started the moment the movie ended.“Not buying it,” Leigh said, standing to stretch her legs.“What aren’t you buying?” Her husband Bryce caressed the back of her calf as she picked up the three empty glasses of wine and the bottle.“You didn’t like the movie? It’s a classic thriller.” Ethan took the empty bottle and glasses from her and carried them to the bar.“It was a good movie,” Leigh said. “Good acting. Good script. Huge gaping plot hole you could drive a dump truck through.” Ethan arched an eyebrow at her as he leaned back against the bar. Her husband’s best friend since college, Ethan was a regular fixture in their lives. He’d been the best man in their wedding and had suffered good-naturedly through more than a dozen of her attempts to fix him up with friends of hers. She hated playing matchmaker, but anytime one of her single friends got a look at the six-foot tall former professional soccer player, they all begged for an introduction. “What’s the huge gap