" I move her limbs into position. A little bump was created where her constraints were around her hands. I went to one of the candles. I moved behind ...er. I tilted the candle over her back. A few drops of candle wax fell to the small of her back. For a couple of seconds it felt like a burn and then she was left with a warm sensation. I moved my hands across her back to spread the candle wax all over. I let out drops of candle wax here and there, she enjoyed the heat and the massage. I put the. ” That was definitely my intention, and the bed just happened to be the perfect height for what I had planned, so I ask “Can we do the butterfly?” Lia did not hesitate, but there was a bit of desperate tone to her voice as she answered. “Yes, yes, anyway you want, just fuck me" It was easy to see that Lia really had no idea what the butterfly was however because she just laid there ,so I grabbed hold of her ankles and gently pulled her towards me until her firm little ass was resting on the. Ernest T. cackled, and ran away.Andy called out, "Don't worry, Frank. I'll call the hardware, and get that glass replaced. And I'll take the cost out of Ernest T.'s hide..." and added, to himself, "... if I can catch him."Opie Taylor scuffed his battered sneakers in the gravel and dust on the back road. His spirits were high, his troubles were light, and he was about to participate in one of his favorite late-summer activities -- skinny-dipping in the "ol' swimmin' hole".As he walked down the. The game started with the usual, shoes off first, then getting interesting. Amy had already lost her shoes, and lost the next hand. She was going to remove a stocking, but I said that a stocking was technically underwear, so she would have to take off her blouse or skirt.Under normal circumstances, Amy would have disagreed with me, but theeffects of the wine, and being stared at by two men, one of whom was not her husband, made her agree, and she stood up, unbuttoned her blouse and threw it.