“Trooper how far into my arse is my riding crop?” The Trooper replied “I would say about 8 inches ma’am.”This severely restricted my movemen..., what were we going to do? I had no idea and I knew we only had a couple of hours of daylight left. Then I heard voices, girly giggling voices I looked up and two convent school girls entered the clearing we were stranded in. They stopped dead in their tracks clearly shocked by what they saw, six tied and naked women lying on the forest floor.They started. Attempts to become intimate were a joke and John was quite cross at what he thought was timewasting. He did not hesitate to tell me. For months we went quiet again but a chance meeting on skype started us up again.After a few weeks of regular skyping I decided to meet John again. The meeting was at his flat. I wore tight jeans and briefs under them with a tight black t-shirt. When I was driving to John’s apartment I can recall the nerves shooting through my body. My mouth was so dry. I. I need to cum. I press my hand against his stomach and he slows. Lifting myself, I push Kyle back onto the bed and climb on top. He makes no argument, so I sit on his lap, taking his dick again. My hands are on his chest and his hands are on my hips, guiding me. My long hair falls to my waist, my tits bouncing as he starts fucking me again. I moan loudly and my head falls back. My hips match his movements, aching for more friction, if that's possible. His fingertips are digging deeper into my. ”“We talked a lot. It was pleasant,” Dexter said.It had been pleasant talking to Janet. In a way, it had been a real first date, with the pair of them trying to discover the interests of the other. One would think that after being married for so many years they would have known everything about the other, but that night had pointed out how far apart they had become.Sarah asked, “Did you connect?”“Connect?”“Did it feel right?”Dexter answered, “It felt a whole lot better than my dates with.