I would see her playing around in her house – and whenever our eyes met – she used to give me a cute smile – I used to smile back, taking her as...a sister, but I never though she would be my love after some years.Whenever I came home, I would she her standing outside, and the same smile on her face. Almost 2/3 months went by like this and now we were on talking terms, just simple talk about school and friends – at that time she used to learn dancing, and she was a good dancer indeed, she used to. She is sitting across my lap, sideways. I didn’t notice! My hard dick is pressing directly against the bottom of her bikini. I’m feeling the softness of her pussy on my dick. I’m getting so hard, I can’t help it. My hardness is pushing against her pussy. It’s quite obvious. I’m throbbing. She must feel it. She’s adjusting her position oh so slightly. It is feeling now as if my hard dick is slightly parting her pussy lips, pushing through my undies, my thin trackpants and her micro bikini. “Maybe we should move him to the bedroom, easier to restrain him you know.”“Good point Jen,” Gretchen hauls me to my feet and I’m still floored that she can so effortlessly move me. I’m pushed up the stairs and into my room, the bed has been stripped except for the fitted sheet and I’m quickly un-cuffed and then re-cuffed to headboard. I’m too turned on at this point to fight it much as Jennifer secures my right leg to the footboard and Amy secures my left. “Jen, please,” I moan softly.“What do. We push there heads close and they steal a kiss and rest in the forward position as we take off the pussy weights and insert vibrators, set low we tickle there chests to get them to separate but they sit and quiver through several orgasms . The wife and I grab there hair and pull back the weight now supported by there pierced areole’s the vibrators get turned up, long deep breathes and grunts as they toss sideways struggling but supported by the overhead the wife moves the bars back.