The situation was much like the night a few weeks before when she had been gang raped in my apartment, with Dave and Dawn in similar positions. I got...her to see it herself by standing behind her and pulling off her blindfold.The chair Dave was in was a straight-backed wooden one, with a strong resemblance to a throne, even to the point of sitting up on a three-step dais Dave had built above the floor. That was precisely the intent. From her position on the floor, Dawn had to look up at him,. I mean, if I wanted to do all those things with you, then what kind of boyfriend am I... or was I?" He looked up at her and shook his head. "You know what? I still feel guilty, guilty for kissing you and still being attached to her, guilty of wanting to crawl into your bed and fuck you hard and fast after she dumped me, guilty of telling all of this right now and not giving you a chase to shut me up."He pulled her against him and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He drank the morning tea from. You withdraw and lay on your back on the rug with your knees up and your legs wide open. We can both feel the warmth of the blazing log fire as I lay on top of you. Your arms are above your head and as I press my skin against your skin I clasp your hands and we kiss tenderly. Then I feel your hand reaching down and gently squeeze my balls before guiding me into your warm wet vagina. We whisper each other’s names and you moan softly as every inch is consumed deep within your willing body.. ............I lightly rolled her long erect nipple between my thumb and fore finger, a soft sweet moan escaped her lips. "Can I touch that," she moaned? Pointing at my throbing cock. "Sure, but, be gentle," I told her as she reached for my cock. Her hands were as soft and tender as her breast. She fumble with my dick awhile before I showed her what to do with it. She perticurly like my nut sack, spend a lot of time rolling them between her fingers. After a few moments I asked.