A cold drink please - my throat is parched: nerves are getting the better of me, but my knickers are damp. The anticipation of what might follow.You g... to hand me a glass of wine, but you see my hands are shaking as I reach to take it. So, instead, you raise the glass to my mouth and let me sip as much as is required. You are so close to me now. I'm conscious that my tits are swollen, my nipples stiffening.You push towards me under the auspices of putting the glass on the counter to the side of. ”So much for ‘no’.She started stripping, pulling her uniform shirt over her head. I wanted to watch, but I wanted to be naked even more. Matter of a minute, and I stood, seeing her peeling off her socks, sitting on the edge of her bed.Mental comparison again. Even two years younger than me, Deena’s got more ‘real girl’ curves. This time I bowled her over backward onto her bed.“What in the WORLD have you been thinking? That chemistry class didn’t do THAT to you...”“The chemistry thing’s easy,” I. Every touch from the first handshake to the most intimate caress, every word spoken, all a game for him, aiming for the stars - her stars. He'd acted so casually when he first asked her for a blowjob, as if it was nothing, even though to her it was such a big moment, her first sexual encounter with another person.Keith's hands had guided her, his words full of encouragement as he asked if she knew what she was doing, giving advice as he kept pushing deeper, his hand on her throat feeling it. And we’ll see how John reacts.”“But I thought you were a lesbian,” responded Heather.“I told you that I still like a good cock now and then. And it’s not like I don’t know my way around a cock. After all, I had the twins, didn’t I?”“Do you think it will work?” asked Heather.“I hope so,” said Jane. “I’m hoping he gets turned on by seeing his wife tied up and used. In which case, we just naturally continue it when he is not around and eventually we tell him that I’m your mistress. And if that.