" Once, but Gunny a really drunk 200lb man is no match for a sober 130 lb woman with a baton." Good for you," he said. "Now is that all you are going ...o eat?" Yes, I really try to watch what I put into my body these days." Watching the weight after all that crap last year?" he asked."That and the body is still healing. They tell me it will take a year before I can really fill my stomach to max. Something about acid in my esophagus. Anyway I have to eat small meals for a few more months. For me. . uhmmmm ... whatever happens in the marriage bed is considered sacred in the eyes of the lord but..." Oh, I'm not married but my boyfriend is. Cool, he always fucks me in the ass in his marital bed when his wife is out of town. Okay, on to my next confession..." Wait, no, no. That's not what I meant. I was trying to say..."I could barely contain my laughter. "Relax, pops, I was just kidding you. I know that adultery is a sin. My boyfriend isn't married. In fact, he isn't even a boy. He, is a. I hold him like that for a minute, and then open my legs again, sighing. He presses down and releases, over and over again. I am so wet now. I know his hand must be slippery with my juices. Then I feel a finger start to trace a line along the outer lips of my pussy. Slowly it travels along, up and down, teasing, and then dipping inside me for a second before going back to the teasing. Now I m trembling, moving, just a mindless thing, putty in his capable hands. He strokes the folds of my pussy. So we need to do a test" she said standing up. "What kinda test?" Peter said pretty much predicting what his wife would say. She picked up the ballgag and pulled it between her hands. "This is new to me. How about you strap this on me and do what ever you feel like doing to me? "It's not like I can complain is it?" she said smiling seductively. "You sure?" he said still a little wary of where this might lead. "Look I'm telling you to strap this on me and take advantage of me. Don't argue".