He’d be back, I knew. He was, in three minutes. Alone. ‘Well now,’ he said. ‘I thought I knew all the beautiful girls on campus. How did I mis... the best of all?’ ‘Shit that’s cheesy,’ I said without looking up. ‘I suppose. But true. You’ve got something good going, girl.’ I read him. He was awash in sincerity. He meant it. ‘Thanks. I can tell you appreciate it by the way you’re staring at my legs.’ I recrossed them for him. ‘It makes me feel all valued.’ ‘That just proves I’m male. I’m Peter.’. It was a wonderful experience.This is another story. My husband is in complete control of my body. He decides what I will wear, how I will groom myself, who I am exposing myself to, and who I will fuck. I love it that someone who loves me has complete mastery of my physical being. It is quite liberating but can be terribly embarrassing at times. There are situations when I wish he would let me dress more modestly, but I love it that this lifestyle choice really turns him on. He knows. She is softly panting and moaning in her seat and gripping the armrest tightly as he churns his fingers in her lovebox. "Ohhhh" Olivia moans again as she raises her legs, propping her knees on the seat in front of her. She is grinding her hips as his fingers work her pussy and clit. Olivia is nearly ready to cum again, and she knows that he will pull out and leave her frustrated once again. She doesn't know why he is teasing her so, but she knows there must be some reason so she will keep. "Holly, I do, more than anything, you are a beautiful girl and when you started feeling my stomach, I got turned on and didn't want you to touch down there and freak you out," I pleaded. "I want this, Tom." When she said this, I blinked and the slowly moved toward her, holding her chin and kissed her soft lips. She didn't pull away and so I moved my tongue in feeling it contact her! This felt amazing, like a dream! I waited a small amount of time before moving my hand to her breast and pushed.