. I WOULD . . . someday I WILL . . . and THEN . . . ?I can imagine entering my home and seeing him there on a chair, in exactly the position he descri...ed to me. I would handle things a little differently than he did however. I know he would be expecting just a bit of ?play?, so he wouldn’t be really worried. I’d first get another chair, stand it next to his, and quickly slip a ball gag into his mouth and pull it in tight and deep. I have a harness-type gag with a very large ball, so he couldn’t. " Hey Kevin! What are you doing here?" She asked. I couldn't contain myself from staring at her breasts which where clearly visible from the fabric of the wet shirt sticking to her body.I explained the situation to her and she smiled and walked to her friend as her ponytail swayed from side to side. She walked back with her friend Jessica ( who had the same figure as Valerie, 5' but had blonde hair and blue eyes) and asked me if she could come. I nodded just to try to get us Into the car. Although she didn't dress me, she allowed me to dress up and spend my mornings with her like that.A while back my parents, who are retired and nearing 80 years of age, sent me several cardboard boxes full of all kinds of stuff that had been mine from age 2 to 17 that they presumed I wanted. Little league trophies, sports tee-shirts, camp and school awards, and stacks and stacks of black and white, and color pictures with rubber bands around each stack. I spent 3 hours one night just going. Janet’s mouth left John’s cock. “Very fucking funny…” Janet retorted. “Come on John, fuck this beauty into me. I can’t fucking wait for it to go up me.” Her words were deliberate, an attempt at goading Debra. It didn’t work. Janet climbed onto the bed and opened her legs. John was standing beside her and pushed his cock down so that it slipped over her wet mound. “Janet, lesbians don’t do cock. Well, maybe plastic ones,” remarked Debra. John interrupted them both. “Don’t mind me, girls. You.