“Get the rope that’s inside the box” she ordered and I obeyed. I opened the box and handed her the rope inside. “Stand in front of me” I did... She raped the rope around my cock, and balls, pulled gently and I led out a moan. She giggled and did it a few more time just for fun. “Now hand me the wipe” I handed her a wipe that was also in the box. “Get on your knees and lick my pussy, prove you can serve me” I excitedly got on my knees stressed my neck to her panties, and licked it with my tough. These random encounters form random men gave me an ego boost and made me feel good, but I had stayed faithful all my life. I was craving a genuine loving relationship, not just some casual fling.That evening, after cleaning the entire house, I felt dirty. The sweat and dust on my body made me sticky and I needed a good bath. I slipped out of my nighty and got into the attached bathroom of the my old room- which was now a guest room.Once I was done, I got out of the shower, draped in just a. I pitch. You catch.”I let the obvious double entendre pass and agreed.Back in the living room, the Bears were down 17-13, much to my dismay.We headed back out to the garage, where Jen grabbed a bucket of softballs and her glove.“Here’s Dad’s mask and mitt.”“No chest protector?”“Dad never uses one,” she smirked.“I don’t have a cup either,” I said nervously.“Don’t miss then,” she said a little too brightly for my taste. “You can sit on the bucket.”She pointed me to a well-worn spot in front of. .I feel the atmosphere change slightly and an older guy leaves the shower area..The guy talking to me laughs and says 'really..well us lads have clocked you a few times out here..its nice for us to have something other than hairy chests to look at '...I reach out and run my fingers through his chest hair and say 'oh I like hairy chests'.The other guys are now all watching us flirting. ..The guy says 'hang on if you touching my chest does thst mean I can touch yours '..I smile and say 'of.