He brought it out of the closet to show her. “These are cuffs to go on your ankles. The bar holds your legs open. Would you like to try it?” “M...mm. Might be weird,” Amy said. Rachel stepped in front of her and took the strappado from him. “I want to use it,” she said. “See anything else you’d like to try, Amy?” Amy looked at Rachel and saw something different in her eyes. Rachel had assumed a take-charge attitude that thrilled her. Rachel said to her, “Strip. Everything off.” Amy glared. With some beer in my belly I'm sure I'll find the courage this time!" - I think to yourself. Fantasizing about how I'll sleep with every one of them, perhaps several at once each night. I feel a stiffness come on. It's not a problem, nobody can see it from here.I start touching yourself over my pants, drifting off into fantasy while I look at the back of their heads, remembering how they look, their big breasts hiding under their summer dresses.One of them stand up, turn around and we make eye. We covered far more intimate topics than we had at the party. Did she have a boyfriend, when was our first kisses, what perfumes/aftershaves did we like. As we talked more my eyes grew more accustomed to the light, which was being helped with a nearby streetlight that was filling the room with an orangey wash.As she lay on her side, I could see the way here large breasts were laying unrestricted on top of each other and pressing firmly against the restraining fabric of the nightie. I could make. Unfortunately there wasn’t enough time and they would need to talk later.Henry pulled up to the house and parked behind her dad’s car. He turned off the car and sat back before asking, “Do you want to talk about it before going inside?”Cindy sat silently before shaking her head no.“Okay, let’s go in.” He got out of the car and waited for Cindy, she was still sitting in the car and hadn’t moved. He rubbed his head and walked around the car and leaned into the window, “I know you don’t want to go.