Larry recalled that Saturday morning when she had caught him. ‘You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine,’ she had said to him. He shook his hea..., “No you didn’t,” he told her. “A few months ago I was in the hairdressers and I read a true story in a magazine,” she said.” It was about a polygamous relationship between two men and woman. They all met up at Law School and by chance they ended up sharing a three bedroomed house. As time went by, students being students, she began having sex with. He admired her pussy... those sweet, swollen lips... soft, wet, and pulsing gently with arousal, her tight little pussy was begging for him. He blew gently against that soft, wet slit, and watched as her hips jerked... and began to rock, and undulating motion that mimicked what he wanted to do to her. With a low animal growl, he pushed her thighs wide apart, and buried his face in that wet little pussy. At the first lick of his long, talented tongue, she exploded in her second orgasm of the. And all this because Spal had had the nerve to try and break into his chastity belt with a bobby pin, because he was so desperate to masturbate. It wasn’t like he had a chance in hell—the damn belt was really secure, but Mom was so insulted that Spal would even try…“I am so disappointed in you, Spalding” she’d said grimly. Mother had made Spal strip naked and she’d bound him over a hassock and whipped his buttocks with her wooden spoon and then the lead tipped flogger that she used on. The triangular shaped pieces of shimmering white lace barely covered her huge tits, the voluptuous mounds of warm soft-looking tit-flesh puffing out around and above the confining cups invitingly. The cups of the chemise looked like they could barely hold the gigantic load they were being asked to support, the thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders stretched taut as the skin of a drum. Even with her breasts free of any solid support, her deep dark line of cleavage still looked a mile long—an.