" I left Jean trying to decide what to say, heading out to the garage to look for some items I might need -- like rope.The Japanese have raised rope b...ndage to an art -- they call it shibari. I'm not that good at it -- because I'm not practiced, for one thing, and I'm a perfectionist for another; true artists can somehow manage to make the whole thing beautiful. I was going to fake it -- what the Hell, it was good practice. I had fifty feet of good braided nylon rope and some smaller chunks --. I fucked her doggie-style, as she was bent over the kitchen table. Her tits bounced wildly as I hammered her from behind. Then she started to come!When she was done, she asked me to stop. She dropped to her knees to suck my cock. Her mouth was better than her pussy. She sucked me for a few minutes, then got up and led me to her bedroom. We started to 69 each other. Her pussy was dripping—the more she sucked the wetter she got. She had another orgasm. She kept sucking my cock. I begged her to. Get more than one if you can. I plan to fill your pussy full of cum as many times as I can before your wedding. Hell, I may even sneak a fuck or two after your wedding if I catch you bent over!” I told her and she nodded as she grinned.She was fucking me like Aunt Rita does and I was ready to fill her full of Mexican Jumping Beans. Her big titties were swinging back and forth and I pulled her down to snag one in my teeth. I wasn’t trying to cause her pain, just give her a little something to. I was shocked seeing her she was wearing a top and a tight track pants ,in which she looked sexy i was staring at her n want to hug at that moment its self but had no courage I could see her nipples thru her top n came to no that she was not wearing anything inside she bought me some snacks n told me that her husband will be late and I could stay for a while I was happy n made my mind to fuck her, as we were talking i used to stare at her tits n my tool started to get erect, she noticed it n.