We can’t just fuck like bunnies all the time. We need to get to know each other too.”His use of the term “fucking like bunnies” was similar to...what her husbands might have said, but so different in its tone that it wasn’t crass at all. It got a smile, in fact.“It’s nice to know a man can be interested in something other than sex,” she said.“Don’t get the wrong idea,” he said. “I’m very interested in the sex. I’m ready to go right now. You turn me on something fierce. But it will be even better. She also knew he liked these jeans on her. They weren't the standard "mom" jeans some mothers wore.At 5:30 she was nervous because not only did the boys not come home, but David wasn't in from work. She watched out the window but they didn't get off the bus to go to the neighbor's house like they were supposed to have done she thought.Did she have it wrong? Did David get the boys earlier and take them somewhere?Hannah normally got home well after David so she had no idea what their normal. The vibrator slowly sank into her asshole, teasing the slut.“You like that, don't you?” I said, pushing the vibrator deeper and deeper. “Oh, yeah, you just savor that, don't you, Si'lat whore?”She whimpered around my cock. Her passion hummed around my sensitive dick.“That's what I thought,” I said, pressing the vibrator's base down to her asshole, the rest in her bowels. I let go. The black handle peeked out of her butt-crack.I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the pleasure of her blowjob. ..buckled in bythe seat belt ...arms immobilized at the wrists by a waist belt that wasput on me with velcro restraints attaching each wrist to my side/waistbelt. I wasn't saying very much either because my lips had been gluedtogether. How silly was I thinking that Christine was only puttinglipstick on my lips after she had secured my wrists. All I could mustervocally was a mmmmmmmmph....to which the both of them would laugh at andtell me condescendingly " chrissy nothing you have to say is of.