I just wanted him to take me, do what he wanted with me, and hopeful satisfy me better than my husband ever had.As he played with my tits I pushed my ...hest out slightly so he could get a better feel and I let out a little moan as he played with them. I started to move my hips and grind my ass against his bare cock that was behind me. I wanted it so bad. I needed it!Fitz pulled me onto my back and straddled me, pulling my bra off. He leaned over and kissed me harshly, our tongues slipping in and. Had she really just given this stranger she barely knew her address so willingly. As if in a dream she simply sat there, until the whistling kettle reminded her of her thirst. She quickly made herself a coffee and half hoping she had imagined the phone conversation. But no exactly fifteen minutes after the phone call there was a knock on her front door, should she answer, could she answer and more importantly could she allow herself to be transported to the Promised Land.As if with a mind of. That something you are not used to. In the world of plastic, glass, and concrete you come from there is no real fear. No "life-or-death"-fear. There are the internet and fast food, and cars and noise and all the bullshit that makes headaches. There is the fear of illness and poverty and maybe sometimes a fear of dangerous people, but there is no "I will drown in a few minutes"-fear. There is no "I am in a dark pool without hope"-fear."Help!" you cry out and try to stay above water. Your body. I tucked my "bits" carefully out of the way andthen stood there contemplating the pile of clothing. I decided that Ishould put on the suspender belt first. This was a substantial garment;some six inches deep, black, and with six suspenders hanging from inchwide elastic straps. There must have been a dozen hooks and eyes to do upand I only managed to fasten then by putting the belt on backwards;fastening the clasps; and then spinning it round until it was correctlyplaced on my body. Next I.