Or fast. So,’ I bend down on all fours, arching my back, and peek seductively at Andrew from over my shoulder. ‘Explore away.’ I close my eyes a... I feel Andrew’s hands slide over my back, gripping my waist. One of them comes up to grip my hair for a split second before sliding back down to finger the elastic on my underwear. ‘This is what you want?’ Andrew asks softly, and grinds his pelvis into my backside. ‘Mmhmmm.’ I arch my back even more, like a cat, and purr. ‘A gentle little fuck?’ he. We assumed they were single women, perhaps divorced. As it happened, we didn't find out that they were married until after the second time we were together. Anyway, at the sports bar, after a few drinks, my boyfriend felt the older woman's hand on his thigh, and the younger woman was rubbing my back and playing with my hair. Mom still had her tennis skirt on, and didn't object-in fact spread her legs slightly to allow my him to get a good feel of her pussy through her panties. Daughter leaned. She is now sodding sick of sewing sequins.All our love,Sandra and Sarah.PS: Sarah included some things she made at the last minute, which our group thought you might find useful. Your story has been quite inspiring to them.Ken dumped the contents of the envelope onto the table, and held up a T-shirt, a sports bra, a swim suit, and a very small pair of panties. The panties had a note pinned to them:"Hi Kathy, this is a gaffe. Put it on very tight and it should hold your private parts neatly. I know you remember those fantasies. I know you get hard and stroke yourself while you reminisce about “that teacher,” and that turns me on too.But there’s a lot you don’t know about me. I have fantasies of my own, and sometimes I act on them in ways you wouldn’t believe. For example, there’s the hot new basketball coach. Yes, THAT basketball coach. The one that all the girls whisper about, doodling on their notebooks, pairing his last name with their first name to see how it looks. Walking the.