Even at seventy-four years of age, she looked just as beautiful as she had on their wedding day fifty-six years ago today. Elizabeth had been a beaut...ful bride, both inside and out. Robert had wanted to get married as soon as he’d asked her on Independence Day but she had stubbornly insisted on a Valentine’s Day wedding. Those five months had seemed like an eternity to him, but he would have given her the world just to be with her. She had often said he did just that. Robert smiled to himself. Main soch main apr gaya sala mauje koi ladki parpose mar rahi hai or muje pata bhi nahi hai ye kon hai , maine sochna start kiya ki main kis kis ladki ko janta hu or bhai u dont belive maine pure ek list banie jitni ladkio main janta tha , ki akhir wo kon hai but mere samaj main kuch nahi aa raha tha. Or usne muje sort kar diya tha esliye mera man kahi nahi lag raha tha maine ab sirf use kai bare main soch raha tha or bhala main kab tak apne ander ki aag ko chupa sakta tha or maine soch liya. I had never imagined someone would fantasize about being blackmailed. I did a little searching on my phone about that and BDSM in general. I found that there were a lot of things I didn’t know!I didn’t watch Stacy piss. I stared at my phone.“Hey, you are missing it, Sir!” Stacy urged me to look at her. She thought I was into freaky shit like this, and honestly, I was truly turned on by it. It wasn’t so much the act as the fact she had to expose herself and do it in front of me that turned me. Unfortunately your breathing means you slide gently up and down my fingers... not really helping...They look away again, probably thinking it was only their imagination, lost in their on worlds and thoughts. My fingers start moving but don't thrust, they arc themselves and relax again. Rubbing you inside. You slowly move yourself over my fingers by moving your hips, near to unnoticeable for our audience.I keep my fingers as still as I can, enjoying how you move yourself over them. I'm tempted.