I still like to pound pussy every chance I get. I have to admit I have been on a bit of a dry spell as the women my age are all looking for marriage, ...nd I am a little too old for the younger ones. Julie likes to come over and talk two or three days a week over coffee. I of course have not made any advances toward her as she is married and I am a stickler that married women are off limits.Not that I would mind as she is a pretty girl with a stunning body. No more than five foot tall, and maybe. Locking his left hand to the chain was a little tricky as he tried to position the chain around his wrist one-handed. It took him five minutes and many failed attempts to secure his wrist, but he finally succeeded and was able to click the digital padlock in place. He tried to click the release button and confirmed it would not unlock. The timer started counting down as he lay with his hands and feet secured to the bed unable to move.The first few minutes he just pulled at his arms and legs,. Then a hand cupped and squeezed my testicles hanging beneath my still rock hard penis. The hand pulled down hard on my scrotum, stretching the foreskin from my glans: an exquisite feeling. Surrendering totally to the moment a soft groan of pleasure escaped from my lips.More pictures followed: Flash, flash, flash; some from the back some from the side. ?Look up so I can see your face. Smile.? Ann was close behind me with one finger probing my anus gently, the other hand rhythmically pulling on. You miss me?” How do I answer this? I did kind of miss him, but did I want to say that? What would happen if I did? I must have zoned out in thought because before I could answer he spoke again. “Looks like you do. You’ve been looking up my shorts the whole time and that little dicklet of yours in getting hard in your shorts.” Holy shit….as I snapped to I realized he was right. I had been looking up at his cock the entire time since he got up there and my “dicklet” as he affectionately.