Her gun was nowhere to be seen. Her nanomite blade, usually strapped to her hip, missing. Her undersuit, lined with enough microfiber chips and transm...tters to crack a class-9 corporate firewall had been stripped off and disposed of somewhere, as with the rest of her clothes. She was as bare as the walls.Bare except, of course, for two important exceptions. The lush and colourful tattoo covering the length of her right arm and, much to her dismay but not her surprise, the grey band wrapped. I lowered my stomach to the bed and sort of straddled the corner with my knees. I adjusted my position until I could feel my prick pressed against the corner of the mattress, hanging down. As my knees were wide apart, my prick and balls, not to mention my butt hole, were fully revealed from behind. I then began to fuck the bed, as it were. Yes, I raised and lowered my buttocks, repeatedly squeezing my cock against the corner of the mattress. And of course, my cock became hard again, but because. Christ, now I was lost for words and didn’t know what to do. I looked at Colin for support. I don’t know why, it was a stupid thing to expect. Colin was busy stroking my wife's arm and he was now slipping one arm out of her jacket to reveal her see through blouse. The other guy quickly cottoned on and did the same. Her black lace bra was now clearly visible and i was sure that I could make out her hard nipples.Colin instructed her to lean back against the seat and put her head back. This caused. " Sitting in the porch swing together, they talk quietly enjoying the stillness of the night. The only sound is the occasional howl of a coyote or an owl hooting in the trees. They kiss and Nikkie giggles as Spade slips his hand under her sweat shirt, finding her braless. There is a sharp intake of breath as he massages her nipples, twisting and pulling them gently. Her breathing becoming ragged, she bites his shoulder. "You keep that up mister and we'll find out if sex is possible in a porch.