I pinched them and rolled them around while Sandy started to moan. I continued to slowly sink the rest of my shaft in until I was buried all of the wa.... She continued to cry, as I started thrusting into her ass. I picked up the pace and I could hear my balls slapping against her ass. I reached down, grabbing her ankles and lifting them up over my shoulders as I stood up. I continued to pound away until the worst happened. I felt the condom tear as I was thrusting into Sandy’s extremely tight. I talked with her over several meetings and we always got around to talking about sex in some form. Slowly, the topic came out and she indicated her consent to join us at our home. This is how the evening went:My husband is very quiet and gentle, not pushy. He orchestrated the whole evening between us and our woman friend. He made a light dinner of salad, French bread, and wine. He had a small fire going in the fireplace (this was last March), nice music on the stereo and the lights down. We. "That hurt!" I shouted."You said I could do it," he whined like the teenager he was."Yeah but not like that." Then how?"I looked over at Leia to see her shit-ass grin. And then I climbed off her 14-year-old brother and sat next to him. I pulled his closest hand to my left breast and held it there, and then I covered his hand with mine."Like this," I said, squeezing his fingers gently into my pliable flesh. I then slid his hand over the soft skin. "And like this ... and the nipple too." I. I didn’t dare move. This was not the frame I wanted to be in to pleasure myself all by myself. Not like this. Not being tied up and uncertain of his intentions. My arms and shoulders started to get sore and I didn’t want to put my feet together in fear that he would come back in at any moment and see that I wasn’t following his directions. Why did that matter to me? I had no idea. I was just confused by his behavior and had no idea what he had in mind or what his expectations were of me. All I.