“Just thinking about last night.” Amy replied as she reached down and adjusted her belt. “It’s just as well you’re all locked up you horny g...rl.” “Any chance of me having the key? I only need it for a second.” Sarah crossed her legs and lowered the rim of her hat. She wasn’t even going to respond to the question. In her fantasy Amy would be wearing more restraints, not less. And in Sarah’s mind this fantasy was very real and very tempting. With no one else in sight, Sarah unzipped her own jeans. The recessed hot tub that I had worked 10 overtime shifts to buy was one of the best investments I could have ever made. Many times, the wife and I would sit in it wearing nothing, confident that no one would see us. She wouldn’t be sitting in a hot tub again anytime soon. The BBQ area had been a labor of love between my father and I. We had taken a week and built it together. Mom and Dad were frequent guests on the weekends. The wife’s mom was over just as much as mine were. It was nice to be. Finally the basement door would open again. I'd be nearly crazy by now, so horny from being unable to touch myself I'd almost be fucking air. Sir would come down, and he wouldn't be alone. He'd be leading two friends with him. He'd come to me, and take the panties out of my mouth, and ask me how I felt. 'Horny,' I'd say, and the others would laugh. They'd start getting undressed as Sir tilted me back in the swing. His boxers would come off, and his cock would be there, in my face. I'd open my. I raise your ass into the air so your pussy and ass hole are at the right height for me kneeling behind you. I use my fingers and pull your pussy lips apart. You moan into the pillows as you feel the cold but melting ice slowly slide out of your pussy. Each piece slips from inside you to land on the bed and you feel every movement of them slipping out. I position my cock behind you and lunge it into your pussy, your guttural moan is all the indication I need that you are enjoying it. My hands.