This place is special. Ours.The last time we came here was a dream. We had both had a hard time sleeping. We had been trying to give each other space....I tried so hard to push your love away, so the pain would stop. The pain of not having you, not being yours. And you dreaming of me but denying yourself as usual. Our dreams, though, never listened to our brains.I drove here in the middle of the night, half sobbing, half dreaming the entire forty-five-minute drive. I had sent you a single. "As a matter of fact it is, with some minor differences" she told me," Instead of being covered with blankets, the theoretical participants wear blindfolds and earplugs and engage in anal sex, and because they cant see or hear they could be theoretically be fucking anybody; they wouldn't know for sure unless they took off the blindfolds". I tapped my chin and scratched my head, "You know, I think that experiment seems like the kind of thing that would theoretically happen within the next 30. "Tu vois? Elle te va tr?s bien!"Me dit-elle avec un sourire vainqueur. "Oui, mais... Seulement avec le corset... On pourrait peut ?treprendre la taille au dessus?" Non, c'est ? toi de continuer ton r?gime pour perdre encore une oudeux tailles!"Elle r?pondit avec un ton autoritaire que je ne lui connaissais pas.Je n'osais plus rien dire, et pourtant, je me disais que toute cettehistoire commen?ait ? aller trop loin.Voyant ma mine d?confite, Lucie se mit ? genoux devant moi, metroussa la robe, me. He was a very straight acting guy and nobody could ever guess that he took men, up his ass. Same was true for all of his men but when he was alone with any man, Jackoff really showed his colors and acted to be fucked like nobody else in the world. So much so that he did not even care much for the foreplay. Mostly, he called and showed up at the place of Rose Spencer, his youngest fucker, who also happened to live the nearest and was unmarried. Spencer would lube up his 8+ inches of sex muscle.