I striped naked my cock getting hard knowing she was going to use me. Then naked I went to THE closet containing all of our toys and set out all the i...ems needed for her to enjoy herself.In our basement we have an old wooden butcher block she had me purchase at a yard sale. It is large and very thick, it took three guys to move it to our basement. The top is waist high and she had me add some rings to the sides and front. She likes to tie me in different positions open for her to enjoy herself. Pulling away, we were both breathing hard. "Jeanie, you're hurt right now, I don't want to take advantage of you." I tried to rationalize with her, but to no avail. Her attack on my senses was ferocious and even I wasn't made of stone. Before she knew what was happening, I pushed her to her back and climbed on top. I must admit I loved the view from both positions. Taking her lips in a hungry kiss, I tried to map out the interior of her mouth with the sole power of my tongue. My hands didn't. “You’ll see.”“Whatever.” Petra turned around, chasing her sponge as the water pulled it to the other side of her. She bent over to pick it up, and Katie got an unexpected view of her slit.Petra started scrubbing her calves and shins, and something happened before Katie could avert her eyes. Another tingly feeling drove through her, but instead of fading it suddenly escalated. Pleasure shot through her, and she felt the telltale wetness of her own cum coating her fingers a split second before. With a Batman-style utility belt of… gum.”“Right.”“And you say I’m the weird one? You’re certifiable.”“You love it.” I run a finger down the pink strip of hair between your legs. “Last Stop Bubbles. You know I used to fear endings. Scared to death of them. There’s something absolute about endings ya know? At least, I used to think that as a kid. Let’s be honest. Endings suck. Even the good ones. Mean’s the shows over. The lights are out. It’s why what we have is never enough. We just refuse to.