In sex, the most important organ is the brain - not the rational part, but the imagination. Emma spent ten days at daughter Eva's, leaving me alone (and desperate). After an overnight stay in A&E on the Tuesday, Eva was able to return to work, leaving Emma alone (and desperate). Once my commitments here in the village had been met, I travelled to Chester to join Emma in exile. I went by the earliest bus, arriving mid morning. We went straight to bed of course, our frustration being obvious from the moment we set eyes (and hands) on each other."Does Alfie know I’m here?" I asked as we started to make love. Sensing a little role-play, Emma replied, "I sent him a text."
"And he doesn't mind?"
"He likes me to be happy."
"And to get yourself fucked?"
"It means the same thing to me."
There the conversation as such ended as we began to fuck in earnest. But the game resumed later, with me saying, "I want to come in your pussy this time."
"Alfie wants you to fill me. He really wants you to. Fill me!"
And I did. Good game!
