What would I get out of it. It was time for a long loving chat.The following Saturday night we opened a bottle of wine and I led the conversation. “...hat are you hoping to get out of this?” This was his response:“I have loved you ever since we met and we have had a wonderful, fulfilling life together. You still look incredibly beautiful even at the lovely young age of 63 and many men half my age would fall at your feet. But you know as well as I do that our sex life has not been up to much. I gasped as she placed them on which only seemed to encourage her to pull on them gently. My aching cunt was filled with a large vibrator which she tied in place. She did not turn it on. ?We’ll start with your naughty tits. I’m told you’ve never been caned.?I shook my head in affirmative.?This will be good experience.? She began to very gently tap the topside of my breasts with wood. I gasped at the new sensation of heat which quickly turned to pain. Each stroke, no matter how gentle shook the. A soft moan escaped her lips. “It hurts,” she said and clasped her hands around her thigh. “The pain will subside in a minute,” the doctor said. “Are you sure? It’s bad, really bad.” “Trust me!” I took Jill’s hand and squeezed it lightly. Her eyes were directed at me, but didn’t seem to be focused on me. “Jill!” I said worriedly. She flinched and withdrew her hand from mine. “I think I am better now,” she said. “Are you sure?” “Yep. Please, help me stand up!” Taking hold under her. I also liked the mall men's room. At first it was like Davisons, a good place to go after you met someone, but eventually it became cruisey. No one seemed to go there for reason other than to cruise. The management took the stall doors off, but that didn't have any impact. I remember being in the first stall once, and this stanky guy being in the other stall, and I was not interested in him, but I didn't want to leave. He would stand up and go to the front of his stall and wave his nasty.