He can get away if he really wants. I know that and so does he, but it's the idea that's supposed to be the turn on. The bulge in his pants tells me m... darling husband agrees and I watch as he spreads his legs further trying to give it more room.Now I stand over him and do my best impression of a dominatrix. Of course most tops don't wear yellow sundresses, but again it's illusion not fact I'm going for. Matt breathes deeply and gulps as he watches me raise one bare foot slowly and press it. Her eyes were filling up again but she continued. “I wasn’t frightened, just angry, I walked over to the payphone and called a taxi. I felt so embarrassed though, I felt like everyone knew I was bare down there,” Kerry’s eyes lowered indicating that she meant her pussy. “The taxi only took five minutes to pick me up, I kept looking around but I didn’t see him. Then I just came home.” She managed a weak smile before adding, “I just thought the sick bastard’s still got my knickers!” She looked. There was no one around to teach me and, with my grandparents at an advanced age, I was embarrassed to even ask them any of the thousands of questions floating around in my head.I was also embarrassed to ask anyone, too. For some reason I felt it wasn't the 'right' thing to do. Only in later years would I learn that my grandmother wasn't bashfull at all when it came to discussing sex.Hell, even after my grandfather had his first heart attack, I would lie in my bed at night and listen to the two. He moved his hand down under her skirt again and pushing her panties to one side he began to poke and jab at her. It really hurt but she knew better than to say that. He forced his fingers inside of her and started jerking them in and out as hard as he could."Talk to me girl." He panted. "Tell me how you like it." That's so good Mr. Groves," she gasped. "Please fuck me good."He stopped suddenly and looked down at her. "Yes you need to be fucked good don't you." He grinned down at her and then.