She moaned softly and pushed down with her hips trapping his hand against the bed. With his other had he brushed a strand of hair off her face, the... reached up to grasp her wrists – leaning forwards to kiss her gently on the side of her face. “I’m going to tie your wrists” he whispered in her ear. She said nothing but separated her wrists to allow him to tie each with one of her silk scarves to the bars on the headboard. Taking his time he placed light feathered kisses from the. .. I guess i should have. But... Well, i don't really mind watching you..." There it was, the moment of truth, whatever he said next was what the rest of the night will depend on. It'll either be awkward as shit, with me probably sitting alone in the basement and him doing whatever in his room till his mom got back, or me having a little bit of fun. And him too, offcourse. "Really?" He asked with a relief."Yeah, it'll be our little secret." Then i headed over and sat next to him on the couch.. Now back then the French Connection fashion retailer was a big deal so she decided to wear what can only be described as a short FC white tennis pleated dress and and nice french tpe panties (Her fav for comfort)...it was lovely and I loved it on her as it showed off her pert little arse and tanned legs beautifully. Now, you have to remember I was 19/20 and pretty naive myself when it came to certain things...if i knew then what I know now lol...so I wouldn't have been that world but looking. Holy fucking shit, this is fucking impossible. I couldn’t move, couldn’t talk because your throbbing pussy was latched on my face. Both of you were cumming multiple times. Then laughing as if you were playing some evil game, you switched positions. Over and over you had one orgasm after another. Then you switched again. Every time I got close, yes, you blinked and I had to start over. It was torture. The most fucking amazing torture I could have ever imagined. I thought I was going to.