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” The question had come from Claire and was addressed to the group.
There was a ‘creampie surprise’, a ‘moist-lipped martini’, and one just called ‘girls grool’. “Yeah it’s been ages for me too,” she eventually said, without much conviction. My husband told me you’d gotten a special outfit just last week?
So of course, with all this sexuality on the table, the conversation quickly turned to our respective sex lives (or lack thereof), and then into a half game of truth/dare. ” Claire was smiling, clearly enjoying this inside knowledge.
She was recently promoted over him, but only after they were already otherwise involved. She will do anything to satisfy me and the same for me.
I love her more than life itself and as the mother of our children, I would die to protect her.
Her satisfaction and gratification is always first and foremost on my mind. Though I am usually the dominant one, it is nice to take a back seat every once in a while.
But nothing ever compared or prepared me for what I would experience with her. And while she remains to this day the only girl I have ever been with, I honestly don't need another. " "What could another woman do for me that she doesn't do? What guy, who has only slept with one woman, wouldn't be? The man she is with right now has only ever had one woman.Update your bookmarks based on the new chat launch page below.This launch page will automatically detect mobile devices and launch a mobile-friendly interface once you click the small chat bubble presented.This is a massive update/change, so you are highly encouraged to read the FAQ/Instructions page first.***This is a pure fantasy story designed to get you off with minimal character development or plot. And why did I even think I’d get away with the lie? Letting our hair down, celebrating how awesome we are as mothers, and remembering that we’re also a hot bunch of women who do things other than look after kids. We’d arrived at the hotel around 2pm, all dressed up and ready for a high coffee. It’s an excuse to eat small sweet cakes, drink espresso martini’s, and generally get in the mood for a night of drunken dancing.
But his was of utter terror since he thought he was caught again. (I hear spanking and from the camera I can see she is spanking him) I made sure I was pleasent to both, and sensed his discomfort.