I don’t have to tell her that it was. She licks it again. When I recover she is lying next to me sipping her second glass of chardonnay. My fanny fe...ls like its had an electric eel inside it.After we have both finished our second glass of wine during which time we gently fondled and caressed each other’s breasts and lightly fingered each other’s pussies, my mother reaches under the bed and produces large strap-on dildo. This is a fearsome looking object, some nine inches in length and very. He was used to being in control and wanted his lover to enjoy being submissive. When he met Sarah she was independent, strong willed. She refused his sexual advances at first. James was persistent, first romancing her till she was completely in love then when he was sure she was invested, he started his mind games. He enjoyed turning her on and then refusing to fuck her. Breaking up with her randomly and without notice till she begged him to take her back. Now nearly a year in, James was ready. ”“Where is it?” he asked.“Google it J,” I replied. “See you in an hour before quickly leaving Lush.”I then went to take a shower. As the water splashed against my 34B-22-30 body, my right hand found itself between my legs. As I rubbed my clit I started fantasizing about Chuck AKA TheDirtyDad. He wasn’t like most of the men I’d consider sharing my body with. Not only was he nearly thirty years older than me, but he wasn’t my type, he was a hippy. Every conversation we had always included his new. "Do you like them?"she asked. I noticed right away the new black shoes she was wearing.Don't ask me how I know. I guess it was just that I'd been admiring herlegs for the past few months subconsciously and I think I could tell youall the shoes I've seen her in.That's kind of weird, as I don't have a foot fetish or anything likethat, but I did tell her how I thought that her legs were sexy and toldher I'd imagined keeping my hands on her sock with my right hand as myleft hand felt up under her.