Jelly, lay on the bed on my side, and started easing the dildo into my rear hole. I had to make myself relax and take my time, but eventually I got it...in, and after sliding it a little, I felt a lot better about the idea of taking Dave's cock, and even began to look forward to it a little--as an adventure, that is.Well, the next part of the instructions made me just as nervous after I figured them out. The cords, it turns out, were cleverly designed so I could tie myself spreadeagled to the. I ran my fingers down the crease where her body and legs meet while blowing on her slit, all the while savouring the moment. I gently traced a finger down her now wet slit and across her perineum making her sigh loudly. Back it came but I stopped at her slit and slid it between the lips of her wet vagina as my head lowered until my tongue touched the engorged nub of her clitoris and I felt her shake and cry out as her pent up lust was released. Giving her no respite I slid two more fingers. “Yes. I don’t think I could lie to you. Or at least you wouldn’t believe me if I did.” “Yeah, that was rhetorical.” He answered smugly. “I can hear your heart nearly breaking through your rib cage from here.” He laughed a little and the looked back at me. He scooted closer. Eight inches. Six. Four. Three. I could feel his breath. It was taking everything in me just to restrain myself. I would have tackled him right then and there. My fingers began to make small grasps at the short fibers of the. We recognized each other immediately and started up a conversation as friends would do. I don’t think either of us got any shopping done as we talked for hours after retreating to a restaurant there. She was now 35 and I was 40 , she was married for 10 years and recently separated,I was also divorced . I was into my second marriage and things were not what I expected so we could relate on different subjects. We started seeing each other there on a regular basis on just a friend type scenario.