Although not planned, one of the guys we talked about would get his chance to swing his balls into my wifes ass real soon. With the sun setting Tom...drove our van as his wife lay sleeping next to him. Bored and sitting quietly directly behind him I had convinced my wife to remove her panties from under her skirt where curled up she pretended to be sleeping in the chair behind Toms’ wife. I continued hiking her skirt up more even rubbing her pussy from time to time as she pretended to sleep. Their last meeting with Eleanor had not gone well; it had in fact ended with Harriet berating her daughter for ruining her marriage. She still did not understand Eleanor’s reasons for leaving Antonio.The fact that Richard had returned was the only reason for Harriet to visit Lambert House. Of course, they had exchanged letters, but the last news she had received from Richard or Ellen was almost five months old.One look at Ellen changed Harriet’s outlook completely. She was with child again and. His thighs finely fashion'd, and with a florid glossy roundness gradually tapering away to the knees, seem'd pillars worthy to support that beauteous frame, at the bottom of which I could not, without some remains of terrour, some tender emotions too, fix my eyes on that terrible spit-fire machine, which had not long before, with such fury broke into, torn, and almost ruin'd those soft tender parts of mine, which had not yet done smarting with the effects of its rage; but behold it now!. For the second time I wondered if I really knew what I had got into and fear stirred again in my belly. My Master sat down above my head and when John unclipped my ankles cuffs from the restraints Master pulled my legs sharply upwards and open by the dog leads. He held them there tightly fully exposing my already wet pussy. I felt incredibly vulnerable and I liked it. I could feel eyes all over me and for a few long seconds nothing happened. Then what felt like 2 fingers were slid into my.