.. ," with which Jennifer disappeared into the tool shed after a furtive glance to ensure she was unobserved."And liftoff," Colette whispered with sat...sfaction."Think that they think they're fooling anyone?" Judy asked."They're not stupid, but love can make you do and believe foolish things. You have a boyfriend?" Had one in high school, but we broke up before I started my senior year. There was the boy next door I had the biggest crush on — now THAT is a cliché, isn't it? — but the. I briefly looked back and saw her husband was about 100 feet behind us. A few minutes into our walk, we came into a small clearing which had several old wood tables, one of which seemed to be intentionally cleared of leaves. She stopped at that table and turned around as she slowly untied her coat, letting it fall openI took in what was standing in front of me. She was wearing a black leather collar with a matching leash. A black lace bra, incasing what appeared to be enhanced 34d's. Past her. It’s like a fetish. And that’s fucking ancient. You really do need to at least visit our home. Her closet is like a museum. I’m actually into it too to some extent. But believe me it was the woman inside that sari, and yes, inside your skin, that delighted her. She’s been around many gorgeous women. High society mistresses. Actresses in the ads she produces. But the women she likes, and there aren’t all that many, especially recently, are always something special. You obviously know. Your arms are around me, your lips on mine, and your perfect thighs so deliciously wide -I tease your pussy with my cock, tracing your wet, flaring lips with my dickhead. You roll your hips up at me hungrily. "Please, Charles - please give it to me. Please...." Give what to you?" I rub your clit with my dick, up and down, so wet. "Your dick - your big, hard dick.... Please..." You are struggling to open your legs wider, knowing how I like that, how I want you as open and exposed as you can be..