‘Follow me,’ Sandra instructed and made her way over to the clearing.I did as I was instructed still wondering as to where the mysterious bathroom...was located.Overhead, the clearing was shielded from the sky by large oak trees which lifted their green-leaved branches high above our heads. The air was warm despite the shade and I was glad I had chosen summer clothing for my trip to the university.‘We call this the "Kitty Litter,"’ Sandra informed me as she turned around with a big smile.I took a. She stopped all movement, and stayed where she was, my cock in her throat. I knew that she was deep into her submissive self, and it was now my turn to take over; if I wanted to come, I had to fuck her face.I grabbed the sides of her head, then stood up, pushing the chair back, to give myself some room. I pushed her head back a few inches, then pulled it forward, humping my hips toward her at the same time. She moaned as I reached bottom, the vibrations doing wonderful things to me even as I. His mind was a swirl of thoughts andemotions.He sat at the kitchen table and looked at a squirrel climbing the treein his back yard. His mind seemed strangely quiet. Then he rememberedthe day she dressed up and did it with him on the picnic table and itall came flooding back.He spent the next 2 days on the Internet exploring. He spent the next 2nights in his wife's sexy clothes. He was forming a dependency onwearing these clothes. He felt somehow at ease when he did. The thirdday when he got up. “Happy New Year, to a fine and lovely lady.” “A new year, a new life.” Was the reply. “One can only hope.” The conversation soon started to flow, just as it had the evening before. The food was soon brought out and there was a lot of sharing of food and warm words. The laughter soon followed, as casual conversation was punctuated with sudden touching and sly glances. As dinner ended, Bill inquired of Ann as to how the desserts were in this restaurant. He was sort of in the mood for some good.