I am in my late forties and a little padded. While we spent a lot of time at work and on the road together, we never went further than a little banter... However, we enjoyed each other companies, finished each other sentences and had no secrets from each other.After the first week, we are looking forward to our weekend and brake from work. Every evening our gracious hosts have taken us out for excellent dinners and we are graving for some simple food. It is Saturday morning and we decided to. I haven’t ever gone out in public dressed like this before in my life, I feel very sluttish, but hugely excited.When we get to the pub, which Dave and I go to about once a month, but I feel very strange being in a public place like this, we might not know anybody there that night (by chance) but I certainly feel sure people know us. I’m not embarrassed, maybe emboldened by my forced attire, because I feel quite sexy in an exhibitionistic way. A nice meal and a couple of large wines and I’m. . he's fucking her good!" John had to admit it to himself, even though he could hardly condone what he was watching. He felt a spark of fire leap to life inside him as he saw Carrie's face on the screen, a mask of lust, her mind on nothing but the fucking she was getting from her son-in-law, Ike."Yes... folks... that was some time ago... when we first arrived for our little visit! You keep on watching while I continue talking. Interesting isn't it. I must say... that's a pretty good shot of me!. " She leant her head back onto his shoulder, and reached up with her own hands to press his fingers harder against the sensitive flesh of her nipples. The submission in her was sublime. He gave her what she had asked for. Again, the pressure from his strong fingers began to increase, squeezing until the pain she felt was intense. Then, when she thought she could bear it no more, he rolled her nipples without releasing any of the pressure, before starting to pull them out and away from her,.