...He runs his fingers across the slit, checking to see how aroused His bitch is....oh fucking yes, I'm aroused like a bitch in heat.....He grabs my n...pples squeezing them hard, twisting them between His thumbs and forefingers.....I yelp from pain and lust....God I want more....He adds another cable , joining my breasts together, pulling at them as I feel the additional pressure building......they are getting harder, sensitive, changing color....My pussy leaking heavily now, as I watch Him peel. I told him about my marriage and he nodded, knowingly. Apparently, his had been a sexless marriage, too, and we were both starved for attention. There was a definite connection between us. As we talked, we looked into each other’s eyes and our hands occasionally touched. I sometimes put a hand on his thigh, briefly, and he did likewise on my arms. The conversation slowed and more was said with our eyes than with our mouths. Then it happened. Michael leaned over and placed his lips on mine. A. Back in Laramie, back when I first signed up for the Cavalry, I paid a local gunsmith to reconfigure the trigger guards on all three of my weapons. My Parker side-by-side 8-gauge. The 1873 lever-action Winchester, and my Peacemaker — a 1873 Colt Single-Action Army revolver.The plain fact was that my fingers were just too big, too thick. I could certainly reach the trigger, but it just took too long to squeeze my index finger into position.I still remember the specialist — he was an elderly gent. Tell ya what, maybe if you ask really nice, my hubby here can find a nice, looong way to relax us all. Would you like that?” Ali was signing me up for another of her patented stud sessions. She just loved to show off what she got on a regular basis, and my erection was starting to creep down my leg.“W-Well, actually, Ali, I d-d-don’t think so. I’m..I’m a virgin, actually.” I was shocked. I was looking at a young woman whose slim body was overwhelmed with triplets, who would usually clearly the.