I moaned in encouragement, desperate for him to feel how tight and wet I was. I felt his finger exploring the outside of my hot pussy, gently. “Fin...er fuck me” I ordered, more forcefully this time. With that final word, he inserted a finger into my pussy, and I heard him exhale heavily, “Oh god...” He took it out and put in two this time- clumsily and nervously moving them in and out. “Do you like that Graham?” I urged, breathlessly. “You're so tight, so wet!” With that I got up from the. But that doesn't matter now.I never did ask you why you married into the vanilla lifestyle? Did you get sick of bdsm or just really not enjoy it that much anymore? Its a shame, you had alot of potential. You were young and trainable and were so willing. You had something about you no other has had, or at least none that I have seen. You were opinionated yes, and quite stubborn, but I was working on that. You were a natural and that is rare to find. Enough of that now. It was nice to hear from. As she moved closer to the chairs which had enjoyed a more direct line of sight, she saw a few images had captured George’s penis pressing into her. Others still had taken more erotic creative license, embellishing their features with expressions of bliss she was sure had not been quite so overt.While she recognized herself and George in the images, each offered a unique perspective; she saw herself through the eyes of friends and strangers both, marveling at each different interpretation of. JP excuses himself to go to the restroom. After JP returns it’s my turn to dare him. Standing in the middle of the living room I say kiss me. True we’ve kissed before but I’m standing and JP is at least a foot taller than I am, normally were sitting when we kiss to make it easier for each other. With me standing JP would practically have to drop to his knees to get a good kiss. JP slowly lowers himself down to his knees wraps his arms around my tiny waist and kisses me. I melt into his.