A long time ago, I dated a girl that wanted to blindfold me and tie my hands over my head while we made love. I have to say it made the whole experien...e very intense. That's how come I thought of this for tonight." What I want to do is to tie your hands to the posts at the head of the bed. I won't stretch them out, just tie them enough that you can't touch yourself or me. If you don't feel one hundred percent comfortable doing this, then don't." I promise you that I won't do anything that will. I loaded them both up with brown mustard and sauerkraut, causing Lissa to make some bad faces.“Are you going to spend the entire night farting up the cabin?”“No. Real men don’t fart.”All the ladies at the table almost spit out their food or drink.“Mick. Really?”“I never claimed to be a real man, but do I intend to fart like a professional.”“Great. I’m going back for more kraut.”Everyone laughed as Lissa headed for the condiment table.As soon as the food disappeared the ‘Scrabble’ stuff was. He had a shaved head and dark skin. “You waiting for this,” she asked while she ran and smiled. “I was never much for running,” he said. “But I like the chase. My name is…” “I don’t care.” Sara turned the treadmill off and began to slow down. She grabbed a towel and while dabbing her forehead stared at him. “Skip your shower and meet me in the lobby.” In the back seat of her luxury SUV parked in the garage she pulled his shorts down. Sara kissed down his muscular chest, and licked the salt. "Are you ready for more?" he said as he looked up at me. "What do you mean?" I said. I had and Idea of what he meant. He stood up and pushed me. I walked backwards until I fell back, cathcing myself with my hands behind me. He roughly flipped me over and pushed the side of my face into the ground. Panting, he wispered, "You'll never forget this." He slapped my ass and seperated the two spheres. I felt his warm spit lubricate my tight hole, and I loudly moaned as his index and middle.