I had a wonderful place to live, friends I loved, and a job that was developing exciting new possibilities.Life was good."Merry Christmas," I said aga...n, out loud.I pulled my cozy robe over my PJs and slipped Mike's medallion into the pocket.He was standing in front of the sliding glass door in the living room, looking out over the balcony. The Christmas tree lights splashed wan puddles of color over his dark hair, T-shirt and sweats. "It's snowing," he murmured without turning around."Is it?". Shell was 19 dark skin and had these cat eyes that drove me mad. She had a slim build, flat tummy, nice firm tight coco ass and tighs with 40 triple E's lol. No joke and because she was only 19 with no k**s they did not sag much at all. The little sag she had was just because of the weight and they were very firm. she looked like a double headed blow pop. Anyway shell was the freakiest women ive ever fucked and she got to work sucking my dick as she did at the train station. So as the dick got. Actually my wife and bondage partner, Francine, and I never were bondage enthusiasts. We tried bondage once in our brass bed, finding it lacked erotic appeal for us both. Our water-filled bondage fantasies began quite innocently. One day, Francine was in the shower, washing her soft curvaceous body. I stood at the sink, naked, as I finished shaving. "Honey would you mind sponging off my back?" Francine asked. "I can't quite reach the middle." "Sure," I answered, climbing in behind her. I. Given enough time, I could actually fall for this guy! With that nugget of info in my head, how was I supposed to see him as a means to an end?...the end being my orgasm. Sure, I was still horny but I wanted more. I can’t say what ‘more’ meant at the time, but I want it…and he sensed my hesitation and took his time. He wanted to give me a night to remember, a night where his narrative could be easily summoned should I ever desire to relive our time together. And you know, he did actually that..