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I avoided her hairy pussy for the time being, telling her "I'll massage this later honey." Finishing up, I helped her put one of my large tee shirts on her, then I kissed her good night. Leaving Catherine lightly snoring, I left the suite and went down the hall and, with my wife's full permission, I spent some time with Dorrie.

Dorrie met me at the door with only a black silk thong on.

Dorrie had surrendered her panties to me that first evening in Beverly Hills at dinner in front of Catherine and later that night, with just the two of us doing the late night naked dance of lustful sex, I started calling her The Slut.

I told her no respectable woman would surrender her panties to a man unless they were a wanton hussy; a trollop; a tramp; hence Dorrie was a Slut (with a capital S) until I was persuaded otherwise.

She actually did most everything for me without being told. It was almost as if I designed the backyard as an adult playground for the two of us.

It's called initiative and I admire it in life, business and sex. She knew before she asked just how much I loved her sucking my cock. I used to come in her pussy, her ass and her mouth.

She licked at my balls, slowly, sensually, and I moaned at the pleasurable feeling. My eyes saw what she had in mind, the brainwaves translated it into pleasure vibes and my dick always started to stiffen. That was if I didn't actually blast into her tight throat, which was an exquisite pleasure category all of its own.

Most of them are submissive and have thought a great deal about thier sexual choices, and about placing an ad online.

Because they are submissive and serious, they are usually looking for a guy (and sometimes girl) who will be the dominant one and help them live out thier fantasy.

We were all leaving in the morning, back to the real world of school and jobs. It was not going to be a difficult pregnancy but having a baby after a decade or so after her second daughter was born made it almost a new experience for my wife.

I massaged her neck, shoulders, back, butt and legs, her feet and then, after she rolled over, I avoided her tender bare breasts and focused on massaging her belly and growing womb. We kissed often, out tongues saying hello to each other.

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