For Sale Surprise

by Richard

   

I have always loved the feel and sight of satin nighties. From the moment I got tangled up in my mothers discarded satin nightdress on her bed as a naked 2 year old, having the wonderful sensations awakened, even then, as the glossy satin sheathed and caressed me, I was hooked. But now, standing in the dark cold winters evening outside the front door, jacketless - bell chimes receding - listening to the approaching footfalls, I was having second thoughts...

I really enjoy being me. I'm not sure why I should be just so pleased that I have the life I do, but here I am, reading through the columns of classified ads in my local trade paper (I get my copy a day early as I have a friend at the printers) Women's Clothes section and feeling that familiar increase in my heart rate as my eyes are drawn to the words SATIN NIGHTDRESS and thinking again, oh I love being me.

Reading on;

100% PINK SATIN NIGHTDRESS. LONG, VERY SILKY.

NO LABEL BUT LOOKS A MEDIUM/LARGE.

ALSO MATCHING. PHONE AFTER 9 AM.

Idly I thought the advert sounded a little erotic. I chided myself for my foolishness. Ladies placing ads for satin nighties do not deliberately make it sound sexy. I wondered what the also matching could be.

Glancing at my watch I saw with glee that it was a little past 9. I also had the office to myself today, so no one to listen in on my satin hunting phone calls. I rang the number and readied myself with my best husband voice for any woman who might answer. I didn't enjoy lying about my motives when I replied to these ads, but ladies who suspected that I wanted the satin for me (fortunately a rarity) tended to become a little anxious and I quickly terminate the enquiry with a wrong size apology. However, the soft and compassionate tone of the woman that answered somehow immediately put me at ease. "Yes, the nightie is still available. Gosh, that was quick work. I wasn't expecting the advert to come out until tomorrow." I explained about my queue jumping helpful friend. "Ah, yes; very resourceful. Well, the nightdress was a present but unfortunately it's too big for me for me, you see. It's very long – I like long nightdresses, so much more satin, don't you think? – and the fabric is the silkiest I've come across in quite a while." I tried to stop my quickened breathing from making me sound like an obscene phone caller. She sounded as though she might like satin nearly as much as I did. I said that it sounded wonderful. I asked what the also matching meant. "Ah, yes" the woman said almost conspiratorially in a quieter voice, "I bought a set of matching black satin suspenders and black stockings with a pair of the most gorgeously slippery pink satin panties; quite full, you understand, as I think satin works best when it can slip over another layer underneath, don't you agree? Very silky then, as the nightdress slides over satin clad cheeks." Oh God, this was so naughty. I was practically gasping by now. "Oh yes, and there is a lovely matching pink satin negligee to accompany the nightie. I was quite disappointed not to see what they all looked like on. Still, what do you think, would you like to come and see them?" To me the question was completely ludicrous. I started to stumble on my hasty words in an effort to make her realize how serious a buyer I was. She interrupted my bumbling ineptitude, and gave me her address and basic directions. "I have a feeling you are going to like them when you see them. Shall we say 8.30 this evening, then? Splendid! I very much look forward to meeting you."

End of call.

I sat stunned, phone still pressed to my ear, with a raging hard cock straining inside my satin panties. Oh, God, that call was too naughty for words. I was so randy now. How did she do that? She couldn't have meant to turn me on. She must just have a way of describing the satin that made it sound so lovely and sexy. Oh, my God I could almost feel the nightie slipping over my pantied bottom, the lovely sensation of satin over satin, and the pull of the suspenders on the gossamer stockings. My cock twitched again inside my stretched panties as my imagination ran off on its own private satin heaven fantasy. I started to try and get a grip on my fevered thoughts. If I acted like this when I met her, she would probably throw me out – no, not even let me past the door. I had met women in the past for whom the very notion of a man dressing in ladies lingerie was reprehensible.

…the entrance porch was bathed in light as the front door opened and I looked up at the nightdress seller smiling down at me. My face must have looked shocked (or possibly something else…longing) as I took in her long satin robe. The woman, in her 40's, was more beautiful than a woman half her age had the right to be with a heart-melting smile that she was using to good effect as she saw me staring at her satin robe. She held out her hand "You must be Patrick, so lovely to meet you. Please, do come inside out of the cold." She kept her hand in mine after the initial greeting and drew me into the warm sanctum of the hall, quickly closing the door behind me. She placed her free hand on top of our handshake to trap my hand between both of hers in a gentle, caressing clasp. "I do hope you didn't mind my greeting you in my semi-dressed state. I always like to relax at home in the evenings." I tried not to keep looking at her silky robe as she talked, but its surface was so shiny in the subdued light of the hallway, that I found her more than once catching my eyes returning to hers after yet another stolen glance. I thought I caught a feint passing of pleasure in her expression. "Do you like this?" she asked, looking down at her shiny satin robe, "here, it is one of the smoothest fabrics I have ever found. What do you think" before I could react she had placed my hand, still held in hers, on her hip and smoothed it down a little way over the top of the silky wrap. Releasing me, I was so confused by my tumult of feelings over such a short space of time that I forgot to lift my hand straight away, allowing the sensuousness of the touch to linger until I remembered just what it was I was doing. Snatching my hand away I stumbled a reply that yes, it did feel lovely. I was in very real danger of my cock showing. Her gentle soothing voice, her lovely caressing touch and the feel of her satin wrap were all conspiring to enlarge my already sensitive rod Her eyes shone with a quiet light of satisfaction. "Well, if you like the feel of this, just wait until you try the nightdress." I could feel my body shaking. The excitement of just being here to see a pink satin nightie being sold by a woman was bad enough; but, oh, she was so lovely. And what did she mean try the nightdress? I was so confused. She was speaking again and, as she did, she slipped a hand into the small of my back and took my wrist gently with her other hand and started to guide me up the wide curving stairs on the right of the entrance hall. "Now, please, you must call me Clair if we are going to be discussing the intimate details of pink satin nightwear" and she smiled at me and I felt my heart soaring again. Oh I wish she wouldn't keep doing that, I thought frantically, I was certain that she could feel me quaking; her hand kept rubbing in small movements over my lower back as we ascended to the top of the stairs. "this way" her guiding hands drew us both to a large double door and, letting her hands drop from me to the doors handles, she pushed them open with a flourish and immediately returned her touch, which I realized I had wanted back again. God, I felt scared. Just buy the damn nightie and get out of here and back home where I can dress up in my new satin and rub until….

Oh my God!

My thoughts scattered as I took in the room revealed by the opening doors. Subtle wall lighting and two bedside lamps either side illuminated a giant ivory satin covered bed. From the ceiling a deep ivory satin frill framed the outline of the bed from above. The floor was a luxurious and very deep pile carpet that felt immeasurably soft as we seemed to glide over its soft and yielding embrace. The walls shone with a vaguely familiar translucency, and I guessed that the embossed paper hanging on the walls was of silk. I stood a little way into the room completely agog by the scene and only vaguely registered the doors being closed behind me. The rest of the room seemed to be hidden by discreet shadows; I discerned soft chairs and two outsize cheval mirrors at odd angles facing towards the bed, a dressing table and the two bedside drawers on which sat the red satin shaded lamps. Clair suddenly appeared at my side and handed me a slim glass, a firework display of bubbles in miniature bursting from the narrow opening. "I am celebrating a surprise piece of good fortune" the way her eyes shone into mine it almost made me feel as though it was me she was referring to. "Will you join me in a toast?" In the close embrace of the large, snug room, I felt reality slipping away from me even before the first sip; her voice seemed to have taken on a muted quality, almost as if the room frowned upon harsh sounds. "To surprise good fortune!" Chinking flutes I took a hefty swallow in the hopes that the champagne might ease a little of my terror. Having skipped breakfast and only eaten a light lunch, the dry liquid spread its haze throughout my entire body almost immediately, lightening my head with the effect of static charging a screen. Clair was standing in front of me. Was she swaying or was it me. Now I had even more difficulty in keeping my eyes up off her satin wrap. Her smile now seemed to glow and I just wanted to bask in it. "Now, I expect you are looking at satin nighties for your wife or your girlfriend?" her question sounded genuine, her raised eyebrows and hint of a smile did nothing to make me doubt her sincerity. I couldn't stop myself from looking into her eyes, so lovely. My heart leapt again; for goodness sake stop it I screamed at myself. Looking away hurriedly I replied that yes, I was looking for an anniversary present. "Ah, I thought as much. Well, I hope your search is at an end" and, hooking and arm through mine walked me to the magnificent bed. I hadn't noticed in the low light, but there, on the beds shiny gloss ivory surface was the nightdress, negligee, suspenders stockings and pink panties. "Now here you are, what do you think of this lovely slip of a nightie" taking my glass from me and placing hers with mine on the nearest bedside drawer, she picked up the liquid satin nightdress and as its folds tumbled down I couldn't stop myself from drawing in a hushed breath. It was truly beautiful. I reached out and hoped she wouldn't notice my shaking hand. As I touched its surface my cock jerked in response to the wonderful satin material and I gasped involuntarily. "Yes, that was my reaction when I first touched it too. The panties are made from a similar fabric and I can only imagine what the two layers must feel like against one another." My mouth was slightly open as I stared at her in horror. Oh God, please. I so wanted to put them on. I had to get out, had to get away. I was just about to ask her how much she wanted for the set when she spoke again. "Oh no! It's only just occurred to me, but how will we know whether they will fit your wife? It would be a tragedy to give them to her only to find out that they are the wrong size. I know, only too well, how sensitive women are about this kind of thing". My open mouthed stare persisted as my champagne numbed mind stalled with this new turn. "I have it!" she carefully placed the gorgeous satin creation back on the bed next to the panties, "your wife, would you say that she is roughly your size? I have to make an important call downstairs which will take me a little while. I think it would be safest if you were to try them for size, that way you would be absolutely certain that they will fit her. Now, you take your time and feel free to use the bathroom there to change if you want to. I will be back in about 20 minutes or so. If, after you have made sure of the size, you think she would like them, then you can buy them. I insist that this is the best way I refuse to allow you to risk disappointment in your good deed. See you in about 20 minutes or so." And with that she left me standing dumbfounded in a complete daze.

It took a couple of seconds after she had pulled the door behind her to snap out of my surprised state. I looked at the doors then quickly tip-toed over to them and listened. One of the doors was slightly ajar and listening at the small gap I could hear her as she descended the stairs. Turning back to the bed the sheen of the satin lingerie and the beds ivory satin covers and frill filled my gaze. In a fit of alcohol lightheaded madness I decided to do it. I would have plenty of time to try it on before she came back. But I just had to feel that nightdress gliding over those gorgeous panties now! I skipped to the bed, childishly excited now that the decision had been made. The stockings were already out of their pack and lying beside the plain black satin suspenders. I grabbed everything, took a quick gulp from my glass and ran to the bathroom. Switching on the light I should have known more surprises awaited. In the harsh light it was vast. White opaque marbling spread from floor to walls. Furnished with chaise long a sunken bath and a prairie of a walk about shower, all with ornate fixings dazzling the eye. I carefully placed my satin prizes on the chaise long and hurriedly undressed. The stockings whispered over my legs and the suspenders gripped my middle as I fixed them in place. Hooking the stocking tops with the clasps I adjusted the straps so that the stockings pulled up over my legs with each movement. One wall was completely mirrored and I pirouetted in front of it admiring the long looking legs encased in their gossamer caress. Then I picked up the panties and things got pretty serious. They were of the softest, slipperiest satin with unusual, thin pink satin ribbons criss-crossing down the front and back. Stepping into them was the easy part, pulling them up over the stockings and suspenders to feel them cladding my cheeks, balls and rapidly firming cock was incredible. I ran my hands all over the slippery satin and ribbons, which apart from feeling fantastic had the unfortunate effect of making my already enthusiastic cock respond even more. Mmmmm, that's so nice, I thought. But, if I thought that was nice, then I was totally unprepared for the nightdress. Dropping the long shift down over my head feeding my arms through the straps I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt as it wrapped itself about my form. I slid my hands over its smooth frictionless surface over the suspenders and then came into contact with the knickers underneath. Oh, God ooooh God. The silken slide was breathtakingly erotic. I slid the nightie over the cheeks sheathed by the panties and looking at myself in the mirror I could see I would do anything for someone who did this to me, bringing my hands around I slipped one between my legs and allowed the other to wrap around my hardening rod –

I rubbed.

I was lost.

The satins were indescribable. Oh, please. With supreme effort I stopped. I picked up the negligee and slipped my arms into the sleeves. Pulling the lovely wrap around myself I looked again in the mirror. The light was rather harsh in the whiteness of the bathroom; I wanted to look romantic in my lovely pink satin negligee set. I remembered the cheval mirrors in the bedroom. I walked to the bathroom door and listened. Nothing - still at her phone business. I opened the door a crack and confirmed that the room was still empty. Switching off the bathroom light, I crept quickly to the nearest mirror. In the quiet red glow of the bedside lights the ivory satin looked so pretty and yet devastatingly sexy, the glossy fabric reflecting red light. I opened the wrap to see the nightie, turning this way and that, light catching the bumps of the suspenders and faint lines from the delicious panties underneath heightening my sense of erotic self voyeurism. Ooooo, this is so lovely. My hands charged with a life of their own, started to slide the sides of the wrap slowly over the nightie once again towards my aching cock.

"Oh, that looks absolutely stunning!" My heart literally stopped beating at the sound of her voice behind me. I stood rooted to the spot, completely unable to move. I couldn't face her, not dressed like this. How much had she seen, how long had she been standing there, watching me? Oh, please please don't let her have guessed I wanted to rub myself. I just hadn't heard the door open. I wanted to die. I must look so so stupid dressed up in a ladies nightie, and, oh God the stockings. My shame was complete. I could feel my face turning an even deeper crimson. "My dear, you look simply wonderful. I think your wife will be completely delighted with her present. Or, do you think she might not?"

She suddenly sounded unsure; my lack of response must have made her think I didn't like it. She didn't realize my silence was through embarrassment. She was now standing directly behind me, allowing her to see over my shoulder to my reflection in the cheval. "But I am certain that she will adore it. Now, see here. You must try and put yourself in her place. Let's pretend that I am you and you are your wife." She placed her hands on my upper arms as she spoke. The now familiar stomach glow returned with her touch. The warmth of the room and her soft, muted voice both worked to wear away my reluctance, their hypnotic suggestions peeling away my resistance; "I've just given you this super sexy, pink satin set and you have changed into them and their magic has turned you from a wife into a sensual mistress. The satin feels so nice against your skin and you want your husband to know just how sexy you feel. Ok?" her hands glide up and down the sleeves of my satin negligee. Still mortified, her gently persuasive voice wouldn't let me think properly and I nodded for the lack of being able to think of anything else I could do. She began in her role as me "Hmmm, my precious darling. You look so wickedly sexy in your pink satin. Can I see what you feel like in your slippery negligee?" Oh her words sounded so lovely, she really sounded as if she meant what she was saying. I found myself nodding again before I realized that I had given her the permission to actually touch me. Her hands slid down from my arms to my torso and I quivered as the layers of satin slipped over each other. She spread her fingers as her hands worked around to my tummy and I should have resisted as she gently pulled me back to lean against her, the shiny sides of our respective satin wraps slipping easily, but I couldn't. I found myself beginning to play my part without thinking, tilting my head back against her shoulder as her outstretched fingers sought the edges of my negligee. "Oh my love, look at your shiny present sheathing your gorgeous figure" as she spoke she rubbed the satin folds across my midriff to expose the lovely nightie underneath and I sucked in my breath as the lovely sensation of her touch continued to melt my struggling resistance. With cold shock, I was suddenly aware that she was becoming aroused. I could sense a slight moistness against my satin covered cheeks, the satins so slippery that she slid without pressure to rest there. As if sensing my thoughts, she pulled back just a little.

As she moved the satins slipped.

Both of us felt it, both of us so finely attuned to the sensation of slipping satin that the movement, any movement, was magnified. A thought crept unbidden, you're doing that to her – you, dressed in ladies satin clothes – you're making her moist, turning her on. The desire to do it again, to feel her excitement at a man in satin pushed back the feelings of reluctance to accept what was happening. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to feel it again. Slowly, I moved my hips from side to side. Again, the satin signals flashed and, as I felt her moistness against me I increased the motion carefully. I rolled my head against her shoulder in an indication of supplication. I could feel her excitement – and not just in the dampness of her womanhood "Ah, yes my love, can you feel what the sight and feel of you is doing to me? You look so gorgeous in your so sexy satin." Her fingers roamed over my tummy the finger tips tracing small lazy circles, tickling me. I closed my eyes at her caress as she worked her way down to the band of my suspenders. Finding the silky belt, she pushed the nightie over it in her unhurried circling, the two satins playing with each other. A smile began to form on my lips as the joy of her touch through my lingerie banished the remnants of my embarrassment. My awkwardness now a history, to be forgotten.

I moaned as her hands wandered past my suspenders, down over the clips and then around to my thighs and slowly upward. The fingers seemed to rotate forwards as they met my knickers under the nightie, spreading around to come into contact with as much of their surface as possible just straying either side of my desperate cock. Pausing only slightly they resumed their circling rub, keeping the nightie taught over the knickers, the sensation of the slippery satins being pushed into my skin awakening the memory of my earlier caresses in the bathroom and my cock sprang with a frightening speed inside my roomy panties to the touch. "Oh, yes" my lust found voice at this invasion of my crumbling will. "Oh, that feels so lovely. Mmmm, so lovely." I opened my eyes again; I wanted to see her rubbing me with the fabric. I was shocked not only at the look of pure hungry pleasure on her face, but also at how much my own excitement was showing now, the protuberance pushing the front of the nightie, a wedge fold of satin forming with the apex inside my straining panties. How could she have known, mmm oh yes, please. That's pure bliss. Flattening her hands they glided around my hips, keeping the satin of my nightie pressed over the matching fabric of my knickers as they slid around to rest on my cheeks. Around and around her hands massage the two silky layers careful not to push too hard, maintaining her contact with my behind I keep time with her rhythm starting to gyrate to her caress. She must have felt how much I liked my bottom being tickled through the satin as then she lifted her hands so only the finger tips remained in contact and increased her speed of tickle. Round and round, tickling, mercilessly, over and over. I could feel my cock starting to leak with pleasure and I began to pant as the sex of her touch filled all my thoughts. Any consideration to the fact that I shouldn't be doing this at all, gone, just the bliss of her touches the only thing that mattered. She now was pushing against me with an urgency that made me feel special; special to be turning her on so much. One of her hands left its task at my shivering bottom and I could feel her pulling at something between us. Looking at the long mirrors reflection I saw the sides of her robe fluttering open and I could feel clearly now her moisture pushing purposefully between my cheeks, the lovely silkiness of the negligee slipping easily over the nightie and knickers. I heard her groan of pleasure as I slipped a hand underneath the layers of satin to make contact with her now dripping vagina. I rocked my hips back and forth, the nightie and wraps' satin letting me use my movement to caress her over and over through the deliciously slippery material. Her hands pushed around to my front taking the folds of her wrap with them and she slid a hand between my legs while the other found my strained panties and she started to rub with fast, light strokes. I screamed in surprise and ecstasy rocking in time to her strokes.

"I want you, want the satin so badly. Will you let me have you in your pink satin finery curling together, spoon fashion, on my irovy satin covered bed?" I craned my neck and tilting my head back I met her lips in a first, beautiful kiss, our tongues slipping easily with one another as my eyes closed, the natural joy of our mutual love and lust finding another physical outlet. She turned my body to face hers and eased my negligee down over my shoulders to drop with a silken swish to the floor. I felt exposed to her now, just dressed in my long satin nightie and lingerie underneath and I kept my eyes closed just enjoying the intimacy of our touching lips. As our kiss found momentum, she toppled us over and we sank onto the beds slippery satin surface. Our bodies started to entwine, stockinged legs slipping between hers, arms around her satin wrap and my nightie. A flat hand found my cock straining inside my panties and she slipped the satin of my nightie over the thin ribbons up and down, up and down. I fought my way out of our continued kiss to cry in delight, gasping for more air in my over excited state. "Does that feel nice, my darling" she looked lovingly down into my face as she continued to stroke me there feeling my cock twitching in eagerness to have her do it for ever. As my eyes opened to show her how much I liked what she was doing I was in for another surprise; not the last that day. Shielded from view by the deep ivory satin frill on the ceiling but now in plain sight as I lay on the bed, a huge mirror faced towards us and I found my excitement heaving up to an unbearable level as the sight of us entwined, dressed in our satin on the ivory shiny beds top, her hand stroking me still slowly through my black nightie met my amazed stare. It was too much, I could feel the familiar build up of heat as my orgasm threatened to explode under her caress and the overload of satin in my reflection in the ceiling mirror and I started to pant out of control. Clair immediately stopped her stroking and gripped my throbbing cock hard which made me cry out. Being careful not to move, Clair kept her hold as I began to calm, pulling me back from the brink of cuming my gasps becoming less and less frantic. "Hmmmm, my angel. We don't want you cuming too quickly now, do we. You want this to last a little longer, don't you?" I hummed a shaky affirmative, nodding, still too charged to be able to speak properly yet.

Carefully releasing my still hard cock, she rolled me onto my side and reached down to lift the hem of my nightie up clear of my bottom. I shivered as the gorgeous satin slid over my stocking sheathed legs. As my nightie drew slowly up, Clair planted little kisses on my silky legs until at last she exposed my satin panties. I squirmed as she pulled at the back of my panties but I misunderstood her intension. Rather than trying to pull them away she was tugging at the ribbon, quickly unthreading it to open a hidden rend. Quickly, bending over me from behind her hand sped to the front of the ingenious knickers where she swiftly repeated the operation, pulling the thin ribbons over and over relieving them from their job of concealment. My stiff cock sprang out from between the split created by the ribbons removal and whilst I was still marveling at the cleverness of the panties, she bent down and her mouth enveloped my already wet rod.

I cried out at this sweet torture. I had never had this done to me before. "Oh, no! No, please. Hmm. Ooooh, God! Oh please, darling. Aaaah, oh no, don't, oh yes. Hmmm!" I was a complete contrast of emotions, desperately trying to fight the joy that all of this was making me feel. Oh, it was so wrong, hmmmmm. "Oh, stop, please stop. Mmmm, oh that's so nice; so so nice." Clair, desperate not to let the "negative" side of my inner struggle win, quickly drew the nightie down over my legs as she continued to suck at me with long, slow strokes and, doubling the long nightie back on itself so the shiny sides could slip over each other she began a slow sweep of the material up and down the inside of my sensitive, stocking covered thighs. I wriggled with pleasure at this unfair onslaught. Oh, she seemed to know just what I wanted. How? Oh, it's not fair please make her stop this, this so lovely stroking. Oh no, don't feel so nice. Mmmm. Feeling me respond to her sucking and caresses, she pressed her advantage. She repositioned me onto my back without breaking her rhythm to my cock and legs; she then lowered her silky frame onto mine. My rod finally driving deep in to silky wet hole. I gasped aloud as my penis started to tingle with sex, literally tingle, as she kissed and caressed rubbing our layers of satin together wildly.

I was starting to loose control. Clair, by now, was beginning to understand my body's responses as she slowed her thrusting on my twitching cock but kept the slow stroke of the satin. My initial cries had muted now to a quiet mewing as she worked the silky layers sending me to a place where reality was a haze of sex; such joy, fulfilling joy – hmmm so lovely. The look of pure hunger on Clair's face as she felt my satin nightie pressing against her was a something I never felt possible. The idea of a woman responding in this way to something that had moved me all my life. I found voice again, only this time I felt my panic turn to wanting as the satin fucking took a hold of me once more. "Oh you naughty woman, you can't do this to me. Hmmm if you stop I will die. Oh fuck me, with your satin" Clair was overcome, "Oh my darling. I am so close. So close". I heard her gasps as the silky satin heightened our love making and I surrendered completely. Our sex now took on a new urgency, we had both waited and endured such excitement over what seemed to be an eternity that release, now, was the only thing that mattered. I put my hand on Clair's and encouraged her to speed up her rubbing of the nighties satin into me and at the same time increased the tempo of my rocking hips feeling myself slipping quickly in and out of her. She cried out hysterically "oooh my darling the satin's going to make me come". My first burst made me scream at the top of my lungs which coincided with Clair's first spurt as we both started a frenzy of ejaculation, the second synchronous push made the first seem insignificant and we both cried in utter unified abandon as my spurting cock made the black satin nightie heavier and heavier. Every jerk of my cock deep inside Clair's wonderful silky womanhood spurred me onto even greater cries of joy. It seemed to go on for ever, spurting over and over, Clair pulling me against her thrusts, fucking me with gusto until we crashed to a halt, panting, not wanting the wonderful moment to end.

Still. Still as still. I was crying with joy, my tears streaming over my smiling face. Clair's hand slowly, oh so slowly, rubbing the saturated satin into my ebbing cum soaked penis whispering love into my ear as she kissed my neck. I was suddenly aware that I was home. We would make love, dress in satin, cum and cum and kiss and cum again. I was home.

Oh I love being me…

  

  

  

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