It was a romance novel, a real page-turner. It was all about a girl living in suburban America – a life so very different from living on a farm. In ...his current chapter she was at a wedding reception and she’d had her very first kiss with a handsome young guy. It was all very romantic.I dived back into her story as her friend grabbed her and turned her around so she couldn’t see the painting. The story felt so real, the words simply jumped off the page and brought the characters to life. I felt. The casts are identical. They are holding my legs straight. A bar spreads them wide apart. It is placed between my ankles and is moulded into the casts. My toes are fully exposed. I see speckles of plaster on them. A sheet is draped over my body. I lift it and peek under it. My hips and stomach are plastered. Only the area around my vagina is left free. The cast narrows at my waist, then moves up engulfing my breasts, and stops just under my armpits. The upper edge is padded so that not to. At first when some of them asked if i wanted to chat about how i felt or when they surgested that maybe we chat on the phone i was automatically very shy and quite often gave them a No answer that was until i chatted to another married husband who like myself was nervous and shy and very scared, we hit it off straight away and felt at ease with each other chatting and showing off a few clothed and semi clothed pics of our wives, this always aroused certainly myself and quite often led to me. After everyone slept the same thing started again. But after sometime enjoying her I thought of feeling her pussy. So I placed my hand on her pussy.It was awesome. I was able to feel her pubic hairs even though she wore pants and pajamas. I was rubbing it above pajamas and it made me harder soon and I was out of my control. I needed her pussy badly. So I moved her pants up and inserted my hand inside and was feeling her pussy in her panty.I rubbed it carefully but suddenly she woke due to.