Before dressing for the beach, however, Mike took Melody to a family owned restaurant called Café Beignet. The owners originally hailed from New Orl...ans, and brought their signature pastries to Orange Beach. They were immensely enjoyed by Melody, who described them as “easily one of the tastiest foods imaginable.” By the end of the meal, both of their faces were completely covered in powdered sugar.Returning back to the townhouse, Mike changed into his army green swim trunks and a. The more his mother hugged and touched him, the better he felt. She ruffled her fingers through his hair and stood up to go. He could once again see the outline of her legs under her gown as she moved toward the partly open door, and as she turned to look at him again, he caught a glimpse of the shape of her breasts back lighted in the doorway.He wasn't surprised when he found he had a hard-on after she left, but was surprised that it was thoughts of his mother that had caused it. He played. . to be owned, possessed... to be Your possession... helps me regain my composure and arouses me at the deepest level. My hips again begin rocking with the pulsating vibrations, and I can literally feel my clit engorge with blood, thoroughly aroused by my willingness to completely submit to You, mind, body and soul. Once that decision was made, it took no effort at all to lock my remaining wrist to the floor, with a simple twist over the padlock, the cuff effectively pushed it closed. Now there. I often caught myself looking at some of the boys and thinking ‘Were you one of them?’’So that was the origin of Wendy’s ‘kinkiness’. It explained a lot. Especially, an experience I’d had with her not long into our relationship when I’d asked her if I could watch her masturbate? ‘Oh! Yes, I’d love that,’ she said, ‘No problem at all.’ Taking off her knickers she asked me, to ‘wank myself off into the knickers she’d been wearing while she did her little ‘demonstration.’ As it happened she’d been.