Sandra dated a lot since then. None of the men she met wanted anything more than a quick fuck. She hinted and teased around about being tied up. None ...icked up on it or if they had, they didn't have the courage to try.She was left alone with her memories and added to them in her own dreams. It still wasn't enough for Sandra, her life seemed meaningless; she wanted her dream to come to life again. She wanted to feel the ropes tight around her wrists holding her bound, unyielding as she struggled. ..It was still hard to believe that Carol actually was interested in me. At the end, I was the lucky bastard.I took the tip of her chin between my index finger and thumb, and I fondly lifted her face so she would look at me. She still had that sad, confused face, but I’d undo her apprehension right away."I need to know how you want this to happen." I said."What do you mean?" Expectation overflowed on her words, her eyes wide open."We can try, but I need to know what you want. I need to know if. "The bathrobe-clad brunette looked down at the table to see coffee and orange juice already waiting for her. She was also glad to see there were only two place settings."You didn't have to go to all this trouble," Jenny said as she pulled up a stool. "All I really wanted was some cereal and toast." Toast will be up in another minute," the pajama clad blond smiled. "It's the least I can do after chasing you out of the apartment last night. I found the snack you made and Jason thought he saw. She dropped her towel letting it fall onto the bench she was sitting on. She looked at herself in the mirror, first turning to one side and then the other. She stuck out her chest and twisted her body, she then used her hand to lift her tits up a little. My cock was getting hard just watching her. I finally spoke, “Yea mom, your tits are great. Wonderful to look at, exciting to fondle, tantalizing to suck and fantastic to fuck.” She whirled around in my direction looking embarrassed but with a.