We both were butt naked. She pulled me in for smooching again and my dick was directly in between her legs and rubbing with her pussy.I took a break f...om smooching and put on a condom. I was still lying on top of her and I tried putting it in her in that position. I was doing it without seeing and I couldn’t find it. She was nervous and was saying the wrong hole when I went towards her ass.I was very excited and wanted my dick to go in fast. In haste, I put my dick in between her legs and. I was wondering when is he going to cut off this play, but also, I was dying to find out where he wants to go with all this.Next interesting scene went like that: He tied me up by the heater with the leash and went to the other side of the living room, on the couch, with his legs crossed on the desk, reading a magazine, throwing me a few looks from time to time. I knew he was doing that, and it didn’t felt amazing. I was naked, on my all fours, after all. I started analyzing him too, asking. She finds a lot more implication in the phrasing than he does. It’s a language barrier. Where a guy reads that as a simple question, ‘have you ever cheated on a partner or spouse,’ which is a simple yes-or-no, a woman reads the underlying judgement (‘are you a cheater?’), and that’s where it all goes wrong. I suppose I could be totally off, but if I’m skewed it’s down to experience. In my brief lifetime, I’ve personally known four people who were caught cheating. All four were women. That could. Nobody would ever find out." Amanda," I began, "this is starting to sound very dangerous to me."The waitress arrived with our platters of eggs, bacon, hash browns and flapjacks. She fussed over us for a minute with syrup and ketchup, then finally retreated."You winked at me," Amanda accused after the waitress had left."I did not," I protested. "I merely looked." You winked at me, and smiled. I smiled back." She stuffed a piece of flapjack into her mouth, delicately wiping off the little drip of.