Frank's eyes narrowed appreciatively as he gazed at her brightly nippled young breasts. The two plump, saucy mounds jounced with their newly acquired ...reedom, and Betty ineffectually tried to use one arm to cover them up."Please don't hurt me!" she pleaded, her pretty lower lip quivering.Frank quickly produced a couple of lengths of white clothesline rope from the bureau, and dropped down on the bed beside her."Don't tie me up!" Betty exclaimed in sudden alarm. "Please! Please!"She started to. We had sex or made love but it was maybe once a month or so. Helen seemed to grow right into motherhood. I'm not saying that is was a bad thing but I missed a lot of the spontaneous sex. Helen told me we could have sex, but needed to plan it around our family.I knew she was right but I guess I didn't want to grow up. I wanted to live life to the fullest. At least in the sexual department. I fantasized a lot and often wondered about how other men coped.Most people thought we had a happy. It's always the first moan that lets I'm know that he waking up his slut. “That's it baby, I knew you missed me. Oh God you're always so fucking tight.” He slows down again slowly sawing his meat in and out of my ass, It kills me he found how how much I loved it and has used it against me often. I can't help the signs of my own arousal, my heavy breathing, the goose bumps that pop up on my skin every time he gets me so close, and worse my own hardness. He may be a monster but he is good at what. So she decided to reach over and feel Brandon’s package under the cover of the bar. Discretely she reached out and felt the growing bulge in his pants. He pushed his suit jacket out of the way, as she unbuckled his belt and then sliding his zipper slowly down. Reaching through his fly and inside his boxers, she wrapped her fingers around his cock. It felt huge in her hand, thick and long, pulsing with blood. Pulling her hand back up, out. Barbara motioned to the bartender for another drink..