Next I started experimenting with other objects than pillows. My mother worked at a laundry and one day when I was at her work I snuck into a small ro...m filled with big bags of laundry. I straddled a bag and started grinding my crotch against it. Then I lay on my back on the floor and embraced the bag with arms and legs. The bag was so big I could just about cross my ankles on the other side of it. I scissored the bag with as much squeezing-power as I could muster and soon had an orgasm. My. " This would require a night when we petted, and it was my decision not to go further. That was a hard decision with the sexiest woman in the southeastern United States in my arms. "This, however," I thought, "might be the night."The next day we would be in motel, in bed, after showers, behind locked doors. I'd be shaven. We'd check in before noon, and she might be amenable to a long matinee. Tonight might be a good time for me to call a halt. Then I concentrated again on her hips.Setting up. Arrows were falling all around him and he could hear their angry shouts behind him. Someone opened the gate and he stumbled through. The gate slammed behind him, but he knew it would only be a matter of minutes before it was broken through, or burned. There was no one left to defend and protect him."Vladimir!" a female voice cried out. His wife raced down the precarious steps as though she was running on flat ground, mindless of the fact that she could fall and break a limb."Elsa!" he gasped,. “That can wait Stella” he said “the day has only just begun. We drank our coffee with Randle laying there looking at me. I shivered. He was panting and the sight of his tongue sent shivers down my spine. I admonished myself for what I was thinking. “You really are a doggy slut” I told myself “calm down Stella” and I sipped my coffee trying not to show my base desires.I went into the kitchen and put the coffee mugs on the bench. Walking back into the lounge room I saw Greg again trying to cover.