I was heading towards a massive orgasm and byhis panting breaths so was he! We came almost at the same time squealingour release to the confines of th... van, but the stimulation did not stopand soon I was heading towards another orgasm.....and another.....andanother. In the end I lost count and was lost to blissful sleep withdreams of sexual bondage. Finally we were parted from our hot sweatybondage and taken from the van. The hood remained on so I had no ideawhere I was but I was pulled by the. The horses really like you."Mrs. Peabody was obese, but a good cook. The two, Marty and his missus, were clearly deeply in love with each other, even if she looked like an overstuffed sausage in her sweat pants and football jersey. She scowled at me until I presented her with the standard offerings I bring when a dinner guest: a loaf of French bread, a handful of flowers. It was a habit I picked up in Europe. Sometimes I even sprung for wine—but not tonight.Yes, I was practicing poor operations. I lifted the front of my t-shirt and exposed my tits to Jack. He said "Hmm, I love seeing excited nipples or is it cold in here?" I said without thinking "No, it's not cold in here."I said that and saw the great big smile on Jack's face as he reached for my left tit. I felt his fingers touch my nipple and as he touched it I felt a shiver run through me straight down to my clit. He played with it for a minute or two then moved to my right nipple. I closed my eyes enjoying the touching and the. I first dated her at the suggestion of my dad, the only time I ever took his advice "You really ought to date this girl, she has great legs." He told me. She did, and she knew how to use them to drive me crazy. She knew I had a thing for lingerie, cameras and especially stockings and high heels. Every chance she got she wore them for me. Here are some examples of the G-rated outfits she wore and what was under it. This first outfit was one of the earliest, she told me she wanted to play.