Then I see that his zipper pull tab is sticking out from the bottom of his fly. Holy hell, I'd like to reach inside and check out his package!He looks...to me like a friendly sort of guy. He is big, about my height but heavier with a muscular build and almost Arnie-type biceps. He is clean-shaven, balding, and has bedroom eyes. He looks hot! There is no-one else in the aisle. As we come closer, I whisper to him, "Your fly is open.”He smiles, actually blushes, and says, “Thanks.” He reaches down. She was already referring to it in the past tense. Whatever emotional attachment she may have had to the place had already been severed. She strolled along the winding path to her Portal chamber with hardly a glance at anything around her. It was as if she were in a foreign land and wanted to return home.She was already thinking about what her new home would be like once she had a chance to reverse her fortunes. She wondered how she had managed to tolerate the old place for so long.Freya. In fact, she couldn’t really remember the last time she’d been really horny. On the rare occasion she felt like she wanted some sexual release she would get in bed with her husband and say, “Honey . . . “ and that was indication that he should get under the covers and go to work. He’d lift up her conservative cotton nightgown and lick her to orgasm and the entire ordeal would be over without much else being said. Lisa couldn’t wait for Brad to get home. Every step she took she was reminded. "Follow what I am doing." She lightly touched the feather to Maple's skin across her stomach which brought a soft moan. "Your turn, just follow where I go. Then we will switch. This will overload her senses," Red explained. I touched the tines of the fork to the same area that Red had used the feather on just seconds before, then pulled so that they did not damage the skin but brought a sharp feeling to the once teased area. Another moan. Again, over and over, Red touched and tickled spots.