I was keenly aware of the curve of her abdomen gracefully cupping my butt. Suddenly, she pinched my left nipple between her forefinger and thumb. ...ot hard, but it did surprise me, and I yelped. Instantly her hands flew away. “Did I hurt you?” she cried, worried. “No,” I breathed, and I grabbed her hands in my own and squashed them up against my chest. “That was very, very good.” I felt warm all over, and I was tingling in places other than my tits. “Keep doing it.” She massaged and. So I grabbed some twine from the kitchen and tied her by the wrists to the bedposts. I decided to be fair and fulfill a fantasy she had mentioned earlier, namely eating her pussy as she lay on her back, totally helpless. It didn’t take long for her to come. Now I was hard again.I turned Carol over so that she lay on her stomach. This time I tied her arms together over her head. One thing I’d always wanted to see was a chick masturbating – for real, not like in Penthouse, et al. I ordered her to. She didn’t get hurt falling down like that did she?” I wondered aloud.“Thankfully she’s fine. She told me that after you two had sex in the living room she somehow forgot her panties in the living room, next to the recliner. I know we said that you two could have sex on a regular basis so she could get pregnant and become your second wife, but I didn’t expect for you two to have sex in the living room. I thought having sex in the living room of someone’s house that wasn’t yours was our thing.. Then she stops and stands up. She’s looking at the door, with her head tilted at a strange angle.“She doesn’t look at me. She just opens the door and leaves the room. Now, I’m standing there across the room, and I’m half hard, because I remember what made me shoot that shit all over the place.“You remember, don’t you?”“Yes.”“I came because I saw her fucking, didn’t I?”“Yes.”“And that made me so fucking hard, didn’t it?”“Yes!”“So I’m standing there half-hard, and she comes back. She’s got a.