As soon as I was sufficiently dried she grabbed the towel, threw it over the toilet and pulled me back outside by my nipple.She pulled me back over to...the center of the room. The pool was gone now. In its place was a bench. I noticed that it was similar to the one I had been strapped to when I had been fucked by the horse last year. But this one was much smaller.This bench had a padded top support which arched gently upward. I realized immediately how this served their purpose when the woman. Three long island iced teas and an accidental thigh graze later, and that’s all she wrote. I’ve always wanted to do it again, but then John met Marieanne, then Kylie, then “Kelli with an I.” Sometimes I meet these floozies; I’m just being honest here, and they don’t like me. I’m a threat with my deep brown curls and dark caramel skin-tone. I already mentioned my affinity for boxing to keep my muscles trimmed and toned. I tend to be over-protective of John, but he’s the same when it comes to. That was something she wasn't really sure she wanted to deal with. On the other hand, dorm life sounded interesting in a way, and might have its points, but it might also make it more difficult to study. It needed some research.Another downside to Weatherford being so close to home was that, well, it was too close to home. It would be easy for her parents to drop in on her, and Susan thought that would make it difficult to have a more active sex life than she was willing to allow herself in. But this time she stood very quietly in the dark near the edge of the bed. She took off her bra and panties. I had seen her bra-less often enough, but now she was totally nude. I remember how she looked, her smoky green eyes and frizzy auburn hair reflecting the moonlight. She was slim but not skinny, slightly curvy in the upper thighs but trim enough to appear rather long legged. She had normal, presentable breasts with mildly pink nipples that were almost the same color as the surrounding.