I came downstairs and my husband stood back in amazement. This kind of clothing was very unusual for me. I could see his cock getting harder through...his trousers."Are we ready then" I asked. "Err, Yeah" he answered, with surprise in his voice. We got in the car and drove to a little woodland area, where there was a pub. Outside the pub, was picnic benches. We sat down and my hubby went to get us a drink. After a couple of drinks, I was feeling even more hornier. All the benches were. I'm trying so hard." The only thing she was trying was to come off innocent, so he didn't think of anything and would let her go back to bed."As am I, Rose. As am I." He leaned forward, the chairs' leather squeaking loudly in the awkwardly silent room, "I'm trying my best to get things done as well. I haven't been to bed yet."Her eyes floated to the corner of the room, "I'm sorry...Are you tired?"He laughed, "Of course. Though when I'm tired... I somehow think better." Sometimes when your. "Jake groaned and got up off the couch. He went to the front door, put on his mask, and took a deep breath. "Aren't you forgetting something?" his sister said to him. Jake closed his eyes and tried to focus on the national anthem instead of his sister, who looked like a goddess standing there with just her panties on. He would have a raging hardon in about five seconds flat if he looked at her right now, and he knew it. So in one quick motion he, pulled down his shorts, flung open the door, and. Dave realized this and capitalized on it by toying with me. The next couple times we went, I wore a skirt just to give him easier access to make me feel good. It was quite enjoyable. I brought the idea up to a friend of how I wanted to do more, but wasn’t sure. She mentioned “Kama Sutra.” When I asked what it was, she laughed and told me to go look it up. Almost running to the computer, I searched for “Kama Sutra.” The first search choice brought me to a website explaining the massage.