Looking up at her he said, "Why do you have a towel on?"She reached up to the tuck between her breasts and pulled it free, letting the towel drop to t...e floor."Good toy. The only time I want you covered is if I put it on you. now come closer and bend over."Stepping closer and bending forward letting her breasts hang down, he picked up the lead from beside him on the bed. Attaching it to her collar again he said, "On all fours".She dropped to the floor and he stood. Leading her out of the room. ” Roger stammered. “Of course it is hun,” I replied smiling while setting my bags on the kitchen counter. “And don’t worry you are not in trouble.”“I’m, I’m not?”“No your not. Now please, do will you do me a favor and get the rest of the bags from the car, will you?” I asked. While I was speaking to my son I looked over to Betty and the whole time I was speaking she was just sitting with this smile on her face. Her fingers had replaced my son’s tongue between her legs, rubbing, stoking her. He threw me over the side of his couch, and worked his way in me as fast as he could. The first fuck wasn't necessarily a long fuck, but I remember it feeling amazing because when he came inside me I could feel it shoot all the way in, making me cum as well.We fucked 2 or 3 more times that night, and I had to take the liberty of sucking his dick (every girl wants to play with a huge one) and letting him cum all over my tits.Moral of the story? Not every internet encounter turns out to be a 40. They, too, wrote letters and had long conversations running late into the night. Eventually, he could do without her no longer and sent across the land for her. The journey was much shorter than the one during which she had met him, and they were soon together. The damsel trusted the man and gave him her love to hold and protect. They were wed, and for a while he did an excellent job of keeping her heart safe. The two laughed much and loved deeply, but the damsel eventually became sad. She.