He is slowly crawling back to me now, and i'm mesmorized by the way his body moves. His eyes never leave my body. As he comes closer he reaches out an... takes both of my hands into his. He lifts my arms up to him and presses them to his chest. He straddles me, I glance down and see his rock hard dick sitting on my stomach. I moan "mmm...." and as I do I press my fingernails into his chest and move my hands down towards his stomach. I know he loves feeling my nails rake across his skin, and now. Dee tried desperately to get comfortable as he thrust his meaty cock into her mouth and he was standing on tip toes. She then pulled away. “This is no good!” exclaimed Dee, “I’ve got to get out the car.”The guys then stood back and Dee opened the car door, swung her knees out of the car. Pete captured her stocking clad legs and I guess her bare crotch as she stepped out, then quickly got down onto her knees and the guys all came forward eager to be sucked. I too had to get out of the car, if I. I regret that now,” Betty admitted. “My way isn’t the best way. If you got a benefit out of it just imagine if you had someone who wasn’t as flawed as me in charge?” Betty made her mea culpa and asked not for forgiveness but for understanding that she had made a mistake.“Real BDSM? Safe Sane, Consensual, Blah-Blah, Blah, you don’t think we’ve heard this lecture before about how we do it wrong? There is no BDSM bible of leather culture. Everyone just makes it up as they go. It works for us too,. After all, they had only known each other from talking on the Internet and the phone for 6 months. But she also knew that he was not looking for anything other than good company, good conversation, and a pleasant evening. Kristine and he had planned this for several months now to coincide with a trip he was scheduled to make. The trip happened to take him to her town. He had let her know there was no pressure and if she wanted to back out, he would understand. Charles sipped at his orange.