Cum on belly Stories

Playtime Titania stood in front of the dresser looking herself over in the mirror. She had hung up her traveling cloak next to her finer, more exotic one on the wall, and she had untied and slipped off her sandals, carefully tucking them under the bed for the evening. Now standing barefoot and completely naked, adorned in only her fine jewelry, Titania fluffed up her hair as she posed with her arms up and hands behind her...

A year had passed since Donna and I had our interlude at her house on Thanksgiving Day.  We’d crossed paths several times but had never gotten together again.  Apparently, her husband, John, had experienced some sort of epiphany not long after that day.  He was sober and treating her like the treasure she is.  She laughed when she told me of her shock the first time that he cleared the supper table and loaded the dishwash...