1. Impossible Moments


    Date: 6/15/2015, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    restricting; I find it liberating, even marriage to a man like Kevin, who gets more satisfaction from the routine of working than he cares about making money. But he does support me. Nicely. And now, of course, he supports Laura, too. I like the safety of marriage, and to be honest, I also like its comforting routine, its coziness. My mother encouraged me to develop a practical attitude to life coupled with a vivid appetite for its pleasures. Lately, those pleasures take on many forms. Laura loves Kevin too, but the relationship is a bit stilted, a bit distant. Robert was not his son, and although he holds his responsibility and compassion for Laura proudly, there is still a gulf between them that may never be spanned. She carries her love for me like a secret treasure, folded and wrapped and close to her heart. Sometimes Laura’s eyes catch me unawares, as when, after leaning over Kevin to pour coffee, I glance up to where she sits on the window seat. Her eyes are watching my movements with an attention so focused it startles me. She looks into me, and without moving an inch, I feel myself falling toward her, plummeting with her down, down, down deep inside to the place we visit together, the place where stillness lies holding us. Now, in the bathtub, we have leaned our heads into each other’s shoulder; the steam rising from the water and wetting every cool surface. I don’t know whether it’s my rampaging hormones or the heat of the bath that causes the sweat to streak my ...
    forehead. As my hands move under the water to stroke her sides and slide down to play with her buttocks, Laura turns her head to nuzzle my neck. I smile, remembering when she came to live with us, how impossible it would have been for me then to release the grief over losing Robert to even imagine this joy that floods through me at the touch of her lips on my throat. She was a coltish seven year-old in a dirty blue dress whose black hair hung limp and straight to just below her ears. She was digging with her toe in the front yard, hugging herself repeatedly with her head low. On the second day, we had washed her hair to a shiny softness and got her a brand new dress. She sat on the porch swing talking to me, smiling occasionally as we both tried not to let the pain of loss overwhelm us, but instead worked on creating a bond of love and trust. And that is how we did it that first year, how we got through – day by day. I am feeling the soft firmness of her ass and letting my fingers wander deeper into the crack as I squeeze and knead, when suddenly she stiffens, sending a little tidal wave of hot water across my belly. Her head snaps back, her eyes widening. “Was that a car in the drive?” Laura asks I listen, hearing nothing. Laura rises from the tub, her body streaming and lunges for the window that faces the driveway. “Oh, god, it’s Granddad!”she shrieks before coming back to stand next to the tub, her body arranged in odd, stiff angles of panic. “What should I do!” she asks, her ...
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