ログイン"Of course you do, dear," he said condescendingly. "You've showed her how to do basic maintenance, I hope," he asked me."Some. I thought I might go over a few last things tonight, and brush up on things when I come over to do the regular maintenance.""Good. Don't let me keep you from finishing up, I imagine you must be tired of this place by now." He stuck out his hand, and as distasteful as I found it, I shook it. He turned back to the house."I'll be in as soon as we're done," Amy said to him, watching his back as he left us. She turned to me, "You wanted to show me something?" she asked, grinning wickedly."By the pool equipment?""Lead on."Behind the privacy fence around the equipment, I turned on the light. "Everything is setup to work automatically. The only thing you need to know is this button here. If you want to go swimming and the filter's running, you can turn off the pump here."She moved in close to me, reaching between my legs. "Is there anything back here I can turn
"You can. It works for me. I have a bigger list, but this is the one I can carry in my pocket and reflect on."She lowered the list, rubbing her fingers through my hair. "You do that so well, Alex," she said softly."Talk to me, Amy. Tell me what I do wrong, what you'd prefer I do, whatever makes you feel best. Help me do the best I can for you."She moaned a little. "Less thrusting with the fingers, more pushing around the inside, top and bottom," she whispered.I turned my fingers over and pressed against the top of her pussy, massaging it."God, yes, like that. Top and bottom. Top shallow, bottom deep," she gasped.I alternated between the two, taking my time with each. I could feel her reactions, and soon learned where I had to apply the pressure, and how much. I could feel her pussy reacting, pulsing around my fingers."Less licking, more sucking," she pleaded.I moved my mouth over the top area, sucking in her lips, feeling her clit moving underneath the skin. I didn't have a lo
"How you went from all the things you said you wanted to do, to telling me what you were going to do. You are going to work for a non-profit. You are going to figure out who you're going to help, and how you are going to dedicate your life to that. That's wonderful. You know. You have a purpose."My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, and were busy wandering over her body."Did I say that? I didn't even notice.""Yes, you went from a list of things you wanted to do, things that interested you but were not absolutes, to the core of what you wanted to do with your life."I turned her around so she was facing me. "Tonight, you'll take that list, and using it you'll make a new one. You'll list five things you want to do, you want to have, you want to learn, and you want to be. Then you'll make a plan for achieving each one, with small goals that will get you to your final goal. For example, if you chose climb Kilimanjaro, you'd figure you what you need to know to do it, how you'll n
"It's a head trip. So much of everything we do is mental. Like life I guess. You knew what you wanted, and you took it. You got off getting what you wanted, how you wanted.""Not too weird for you? The teasing wasn't too much?""Are you crazy? You are perfect. Absolutely perfect.""I'm not.""You are. At least for me.""Was that our lesson for the day? Love life, and go out and take what you want from it?""Lesson One. You're not done yet.""Good. I liked that lesson. Can I have a refresher?""Later. Next, you need to write down 100 things you want out of life. It could be things, places to go, things to learn, experiences, financial, spiritual, career, mental, educational. Whatever. Write down at least 100 things." I got up and kissed her heavenly lips. "I've still got my work to do. Let me know when you're done.""100? Isn't that a lot?""I think you'll find that's not difficult. You may get rolling and write down as many as 200. I don't know. Don't over-think it. Just write."I wen
I was concentrating on that sweet ass of hers, but didn't want to overdo it. I slid the bottoms back up and went to work on her legs. "I like that one. Another?""I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. Marilyn Monroe."I laughed, "Who knew? And yes, I already know I don't deserve you at your best. What do you get out of that one?""It's not about what I am now, it's who I should be. I don't take chances, and I stay in control, but it's grating on me. I struggle to be a good and decent trophy wife, but I hate it. I want to let loose. Take those chances, be more impatient, make mistakes, lose control. And I need a person that understands that, and loves me anyway."I completed her legs, and urged her to turnover, sparing a moment to take in her mesmerizing tits. "Every time I see you, I have to pinch myself. You're beauty is
She sighed. "Everything you asked for on the first day, and more. All that night I couldn't sleep, thinking of doing those things to you. Meeting you at the door on my knees each morning. Having you bend me over a table and using me for your pleasure whenever you needed a break. Being your play thing." She giggled. "I mean, it takes a lot of nerve to tell a woman you want a BJ from her every morning. I soaked my panties the moment those words left your lips.""Now who's the mean one?" I teased."You. You could have pressed the issue, and had me totally at your mercy, but no. Meanie."She raised her head, and gave me a sweet little kiss. "Thanks for getting hard for me." She ground her hips against me for emphasis.I smiled. "Anytime.""Truth or truth.""Truth." Like I had any option."Why? Why do you care? Why do you care about anything other than me willingly servicing you?"I took a moment to phrase my answer. It was a tough question. "I'm not sure I know. I want you to be happy. I
True to my word, I didn't bring up anything related to sex or daddy's stories the entire rest of the day. And I have to say, we had a lot of fun. We went to the movies, out to eat, drank a little wine, watched a movie. And the entire time, not once did anything sexual come up. Nothing even "borderl
Jamie was dressed almost the same as Teddy, except his jeans were a lighter blue and his t-shirt was gray. His outfit didn't look as nice as my brother's. I had never known Jamie to care about brand, so it probably came from Target. Or maybe even Walmart. He wasn't as muscular as my brother, so the
"Climb on," he said softly, patting his thighs.A huge grin splashed across my face and then I found enough strength to scramble up into a crawling position. Quickly climbing over his legs, I settled myself onto his thighs. He reached both hands out and started rubbing my breasts, pinching my nippl
"More than ok," I breathed, smiling even bigger. I sped up my stroking and was rewarded with his eyes fluttering. He gasped softly."I'm sorry I got so carried away," he said after a few seconds."Psssh," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "I loved every fucking second of it," I said.His smile grew, too.







