The Vicar With Roving Hands: She Enjoys His Fondling And Controls Him With Her Body (WRINKLY MEN Book 17)
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The Vicar With Roving Hands: She Enjoys His Fondling And Controls Him With Her Body (WRINKLY MEN Book 17)
SUMMARY The Reverend Reginald Plum is in the habit of caressing his wife's legs and groping her thighs, whenever she stands close to him, and when 19-year old Madeline enters the 60-year old Vicar's study and he inadvertently began to fondle her slim thighs, it arouses her emotions. Instead of objecting, she encourages his groping fingers and soon they are exchanging kisses in a romantic embrace. She realises he seeks an outlet for his high sex-drive that and his wife is not giving him the attention he needs, so she uses this knowledge and her sensual young body to help the Vicar with roving hands, while satisfying her own lusts and desires for erotic pleasures at the same time...
The adult novel contains M/F, oral sex and a little FEMDOM.
WRINKLY MEN SERIES - 17 "The Vicar With Roving Hands: She Enjoys His Fondling And Controls Him With Her Body" is the Seventeenth in the "WRINKLY MEN" series of stories, where young women are attracted to older men who can offer them titillating sexual experiences without the consequences of having to deal with a lasting romantic relationship.
This type of sex appeals to young married women who are bored or unfulfilled with the lovemaking provided by their husband. Young single girls often find a quick fling with an older man is exciting, and the older he is, the more the more he turns them on.
WARNING This book is only suitable for adult readers. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between young men and an older woman. All the characters in the story are aged over 18 years. The intimate acts featured in the story include M/F consensual sex, and oral sex. Sometimes the characters do not use condoms, but the author encourages all readers always to practice safe sex.
EXTRACT The excellent lunch, his full stomach, and the promise of things to come had put him in a creative mood. When young Madeline knocked on the door and came in with his silver tray an hour later, he had many pages filled with ideas and some completed sections.
"Put the tray on my desk, dear," he said, reading his last paragraph again, and reaching out with his hand to caress her leg.
Oh my God, it is not Elizabeth. What shall I do? he said to himself, as he realised he was groping his new housekeeper's leg, absently thinking it was his wife standing beside him.
His hand froze on her thigh, not daring to move one way or the other, while he pondered this quandary. It was pure habit, of course, but this young girl would not realise his error and any minute he expected her to scream out aloud and then run for her boyfriend.
Instead, she moved closer, pushing her hard young body into his as she ran her fingers through his tousled hair. He turned to look at her and she smiled down at him. It was a knowing smile, soft, warm and encouraging. She leaned towards him, letting her lips brush against his, and sending hot surges of passion through his body.
His hand gripped her thigh, holding her close as he returned her kiss with great passion, loving the soft touch of her hands as she caressed his face. He slowly moved his hand higher up her thigh...