Her heels were raised high above the floor and her toes ached already at having all her weight on them. Next, he lifted a blindfold up to her eyes. H... didn't quite tie it yet but looked meaningfully into her eyes. She knew he was checking on her and she gave a gentle nod. He wrapped it around her eyes and she was instantly plunged into darkness. Every other sense was heightened, she could hear every murmur in the crowd, she felt every wisp of air pass by her and she could taste the strawberry. You live with your young wife in a quiet neighborhood in the outer suburbs in a small house. Your wife, Jessica, is a 24 year old brunette, standing at a little over 5'3". 'Petite' would be an accurate term to describe her.You've lived together for over a year now after having been married for only a few months more. You met Jessica when you were still in college. She worked in the library where you'd often see her. It took a while before you built the nerve up to talk to her, and were. " Well, he's never shown it off to his mom," Hope joked, standing there calmly, a hand on her hip, staring down to the bed at Serena and her son. It may have been big and hard a few moments ago, before we barged in, but it was quickly shrinking. Whereas mine was sticking up thick, long and straight. Which everybody noticed. And now Hope brazenly wrapped her fist around my dick as she looked straight at Bobby, clearly wanting her son watch his mom handling his buddy's dick. She probably figured. Uno cold drink... por favor," God what was the word for cold. "Frio!" she suddenly blurted out, "uno frio drink!" The man looked puzzled for a moment then as enlightenment dawned he began pointing at the various bottles. Beer, whisky, cognac, rum, Fanta. "Yes. Yes. Uhh... Si, Fanta. Thank you." The barman smiled around the cigar in his mouth, opened a bottle, and poured it into an ice filled glass. Sandra almost drank it in one go."Mas?" the barman asked pointing at the nearly empty glass..