After our beautiful summer in Hawaii, back in 1985, we went to the beautiful town of Helsinki, Finland (which is where we live now). It was raining one day when we were out filming something, but we see beauty in cloudiness, rain and fog, and can’t help but pray and thank God for being with us. Luckily, we got the filming done only in a few hours on our first day there, so we were able enjoy the rest of the vacation. When we came home it was 9:00 pm, but it was still light! It was as if it were 9 AM, rather than 9 pm!
We went back to our hotel and after we got ready for bed, I sat on our bed looking out the window, and it was still raining pretty hard. But I still saw the beauty of it all. My husband sat next to me.
“It all looks so beautiful in this white, cloudy sky.” I told him,
“Not as beautiful as you.” Said my husband, and then he kissed me, and put his arms around me. I turned my head, so we could French kiss. And I lay back as we kept on kissing. He got up and lifted his shirt over his head. I felt hot and wet as he climbed on top of me and kissed me. I ran my hands up his back and held him close to my heart.
He kissed my cheek and gently felt my breasts before he lifted my gown over me,
“You’re beautiful!” My husband whispered sensually, and caressed my body before revealing his man part. I lay nude on our bed spreading my legs, and he touched my face, and kissed my forehead. He climbed on top of me, and he entered my wet ladyplace.
I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around him, to show him how much I love him. And he did the same as he kissed me. He caressed my body as he thrust inside of me.
I felt wrapped in his love as he kissed my face gently, and lovingly as I let out sensual exhales before he kissed my lips. I caressed his neck as I kissed him back, and felt strong love for my sweet and sexy husband.
We French kissed passionately, erotically and lovingly caressed one another as he thrusted before he showered me with warm, wet kisses. Those wet kisses of his felt so erotic, and they turned me on even more, thus making my ladyplace even wetter!
I then let out small cries of pleasure as I climaxed, and held him close to my heart. Then he also vocalized in ecstasy, before coming down and kissing my neck.
After a few moments, he slowly rolled me on top of him, and we lay in each other’s arms. We slept blissfully that night, as we always do after making love.
Shortly after we came back from Sweden, it was still Summer, so again the days were long. My husband and I went for a walk while our granddaughter was at school. It was raining cats and dogs, and that in itself was a reminder of that time we were filming during the day, and making love by night.
Just before we went into the supermarket, we saw the hotel in which we stayed in 1985, though that wasn’t our first trip there – our first was in 1984, when I danced for my husband for the first time.
My husband put his arm around me and whispered in my ear,
“Remember when we were young, and we made sweet love in that very hotel over there?”
“Of course I remember! It was so sweet wasn’t it?” I replied – I believe that neither of us could wait to go to bed that night!
After our granddaughter went to bed that evening (though it was still very much light outside and still raining), my husband and I were watching television when he asked,
“Fancy an early night, baby?”
I smiled and nodded as I headed upstairs and freshened up. My husband wasn’t too far behind me. I stripped down to my bra and panties with the little sparkly red love hearts on them (those are one of my husband’s favorites). After we freshened up, I we thought it would be a good idea to dance together. So I put on the ABBA song “Kisses of Fire”, so of course, there were lots of kisses during that dance, especially near the end.
My husband (as always) looked so sexy in his boxer shorts, and I got so wet seeing him like that. I did my classic moves to turn him on. I twirled around before I moved my hips in a slow, sensual manner. I noticed he became hard as rubbed my breast under my bra.
Then, as the son
We went back to our hotel and after we got ready for bed, I sat on our bed looking out the window, and it was still raining pretty hard. But I still saw the beauty of it all. My husband sat next to me.
“It all looks so beautiful in this white, cloudy sky.” I told him,
“Not as beautiful as you.” Said my husband, and then he kissed me, and put his arms around me. I turned my head, so we could French kiss. And I lay back as we kept on kissing. He got up and lifted his shirt over his head. I felt hot and wet as he climbed on top of me and kissed me. I ran my hands up his back and held him close to my heart.
He kissed my cheek and gently felt my breasts before he lifted my gown over me,
“You’re beautiful!” My husband whispered sensually, and caressed my body before revealing his man part. I lay nude on our bed spreading my legs, and he touched my face, and kissed my forehead. He climbed on top of me, and he entered my wet ladyplace.
I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around him, to show him how much I love him. And he did the same as he kissed me. He caressed my body as he thrust inside of me.
I felt wrapped in his love as he kissed my face gently, and lovingly as I let out sensual exhales before he kissed my lips. I caressed his neck as I kissed him back, and felt strong love for my sweet and sexy husband.
We French kissed passionately, erotically and lovingly caressed one another as he thrusted before he showered me with warm, wet kisses. Those wet kisses of his felt so erotic, and they turned me on even more, thus making my ladyplace even wetter!
I then let out small cries of pleasure as I climaxed, and held him close to my heart. Then he also vocalized in ecstasy, before coming down and kissing my neck.
After a few moments, he slowly rolled me on top of him, and we lay in each other’s arms. We slept blissfully that night, as we always do after making love.
Shortly after we came back from Sweden, it was still Summer, so again the days were long. My husband and I went for a walk while our granddaughter was at school. It was raining cats and dogs, and that in itself was a reminder of that time we were filming during the day, and making love by night.
Just before we went into the supermarket, we saw the hotel in which we stayed in 1985, though that wasn’t our first trip there – our first was in 1984, when I danced for my husband for the first time.
My husband put his arm around me and whispered in my ear,
“Remember when we were young, and we made sweet love in that very hotel over there?”
“Of course I remember! It was so sweet wasn’t it?” I replied – I believe that neither of us could wait to go to bed that night!
After our granddaughter went to bed that evening (though it was still very much light outside and still raining), my husband and I were watching television when he asked,
“Fancy an early night, baby?”
I smiled and nodded as I headed upstairs and freshened up. My husband wasn’t too far behind me. I stripped down to my bra and panties with the little sparkly red love hearts on them (those are one of my husband’s favorites). After we freshened up, I we thought it would be a good idea to dance together. So I put on the ABBA song “Kisses of Fire”, so of course, there were lots of kisses during that dance, especially near the end.
My husband (as always) looked so sexy in his boxer shorts, and I got so wet seeing him like that. I did my classic moves to turn him on. I twirled around before I moved my hips in a slow, sensual manner. I noticed he became hard as rubbed my breast under my bra.
Then, as the son
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