Face deep in the pink oleanders I lift her leg onto the ledge and grab her slippery hands. I ram myself inside somewhere warm and tight and keep doing...so to the sound of the drum somewhere around the corner. She’s holding her cheeks apart, face full of leaves as she squeals. From the tightness around the circumference of my entire shaft and her singing I deduce I’ve entered the brown and not the Juicy Lucy that she’s been finger blasting for the past half an hour. One of her hands finds its way. This was taking a heavy toll on my libido. Despite Linda burying her face in a blanket, I had noticed she occasionally moaned while I rubbed her tummy.Having not been with any women for several years, due to Linda having her worst dreams when I dated, my own needs began to play havoc with my morals. I admit that I started masturbating thinking of my teen daughter. Yes, I am ashamed and will always be dammed with no excuses.The slide into moral chaos came when Linda for some reason wore a. Once again, he knows me so well, he knows just when to stop, because my sensitiveness can turn to pain if pushed to far. I layed there convulsing and orgasming for, I don't know how long, I was so lost in the throws of sexual release. When my body began to calm down, I finally was able to open my eyes. Hubby just sat there holding my one leg, while Linda held the other. She then released my leg, leaned down and told me that was the most incredible thing she had ever witnessed. I kissed her, and. A wide black collar was aroundher neck and appeared to be attached to the headrest of the chair, keepingher head from thrashing about. Her long red hair was tied in a topknot ponytail,standing nearly straight up to make room for a criss-crossing of black leatherstraps that harnessed her face, culminating in a round red ring gag that heldher mouth wide open. The girl's eyes were wide, wildly darting back and forthfrom behind the harness gag. Click… "This was last night. Your friend here.