Separately. What sort of a guy would have tried it on with Dora after hearing her story? Okay, I know some who would, but that’s not me. I did have ...o change my t-shirt. The one I had been wearing had a wet shoulder.Anyway, the next morning, I woke to the smell of coffee brewing. Is there anything better? It was still raining. I was disinclined to stir, but I hadn’t laid there long before Dora somehow negotiated the ladder to my eyrie with an almost full mug of coffee.“Black, no sugar –. Jon stripped down and stepped into the shower, closed the thin shower curtain around him and zoned out. His thoughts traveled to his mother and some of the dirtiest thoughts he had about her. About watching her getting fucked in the ass on the living room couch, and then from his perch atop the stairs, watching her suck the principals cock immediately after he slid it out of her ass.Jon’s cock started to grow and bob between his legs as he lathered up his chest. His cock had grown thick and. Two or three people looked our way, but no one paid us much mind. We picked a table where we could see outside, and sat down.The young woman who’d spoken to us showed up a minute later with menus, and we gave her our order – pancakes, bacon and eggs over easy for us both, with coffee. She returned a moment later with the coffee, and we settled in to wait for our plates.“Do you think our friends will show up?” Sharon spoke in a normal tone, but her face betrayed her worry.“I don’t know,” I said. She strained as she heard him move around the room before the gentle sounds of classical music filled the room, loud to mask the sounds of what he was doing as he prepared. She shivered again and groaned in frustration as she could not close her legs enough to squeeze her clit.They had talked at length about what she might want, or not want to do, but other than the actual anticipation of being bound, she did not know what she wanted, so he had said he would set up the experience and he would.