The John and Susan Sex Diaries Ch 01
There was a knock at the front door, I moved to open it knowing full well who it would be. I opened up and there she stood, my Susan, five foot, four inches of prettiness, large breasts and more than one person’s fair share of pure, unadulterated sexuality. Why she fancied me is one of life’s mysteries, but I wasn’t about to complain. I had dressed exactly as she had asked me to, a dressing gown with nothing on underneath except a liberal dousing of Aramis plus a hint of Quorum, her favourite...