Sister Sue's husband Terry smiled a knowing smile and held his wife's hand while brother Mike's wife moved to sit by Mike on the couch. Carol turned w...ite but made no move to leave the room. “Well,” he said, “Get to it. Grab a chair and put it here,” indicating a spot in the middle of the living room. “You know how this works. Lord knows, this isn't something new for anyone here except Dan,” he pointed to me, “and if he wants to know how to get results at home, he'll learn it now.” One look. I wanted to ask her what the fuck she was doing chaining me tothis bed. I wanted her to take the horrible facemask off. But of courseI could do none of these things, so I just passively let her takecontrol. Once I was securely fastened to the bed she took out the littleblack box again. Suddenly I was enveloped in darkness and silence. Itwas like being in a void. No sound. No light. No ability to speak.And very limited mobility.There is no way of judging the passage of time when hooded. So we both get naked, and I'm not gonna lie, this nigga had a nice fucking dick. It had to have been a good 8 1/2 - 9 inches. It was literally the kind of dick I wish I had. So, he lays on the bed, I get in between his legs and I just start sucking. Now, again, I don't do this as often as I'd like to, so I'm not as good as I'd like to be. But this nigga dick was turning me on so much, it was crazy. I was even deepthroating him with no problems! So after doing some of him, he wanted to do me, so. She positioned her hands so that as she held her tits together she could also milk them, her thumb and forefinger pinching in behind the nipple. Anyone who's ever taken part in a tit-fucking knows that one problem with the otherwise delightful act is the need for lubrication. Even the most liberal application of oil or lube tends to lose its effectiveness after a while. But with Kimberly there was a marvelous new wrinkle on tit-fucking: her tits were self-lubricating. As I slid my cock back and.