After a while one of them tells me he was curious about girls too, and he wanted to know what boobs and the inside of a pussy felt like…” “So wh...t happened?” I said. “Well for starters, I made the curious one kiss me and play with my tits. I have to tell you, this kid loved sucking my big tits, and I actually had to beg him to stop. Well, once he did I made him eat my pussy and lick my clit. This kid liked it so much that he made me cum. Well, after I came I let him fuck me doggie style, and. This freedom was attained through anonymity and, paradoxically, slavery. When equally anonymous strangers commanded her to do something degrading, it wasn't her fault; she had to obey, or she would be punished. Although she had to go along with every reasonable demand made by a total stranger, it didn't necessarily mean that she enjoyed doing each individual thing they made her do. A lot of the things she did, she wouldn't have done by herself for the sake of doing them. It's not like she was a. My nipple slips from his mouth. He brings his head up and whispers, Turn around now. I turn around and he trails kisses down my spine then licks back up. His hands grazeing my sides. Chills run all over my body and bumps pop up. He runs his hands over them and chuckles. Do you like that? Very much so. He runs his hand up my spine, slightly pushing, Bend over now. I bend over and grasp the tree. The bark rough against my skin, but I dont care. He sits his cock on the top of my ass and slides it. Byron seemed to really appreciate the gesture and his lively conversation only added to two great evenings, although a few times when he thought no-one was looking I did catch him looking a little too admiringly at my beloved wife. But I could hardly blame him; even just shy of her forty-fifth birthday she was a very sexy and beautiful woman. And deprived of my kinky enjoyment of the Jill-Chris relationship, seeing the way Byron looked at Jill only made my cock stiffen with.