I disengaged and giving soft kisses to her breasts, I held her hand in mine as I found my way down past her waist and navel and stopped just above the...pussy. I blew into the bush. She was aroused and I could already see her pussy gleaming with her oozing juices. She was trying to free her hand, but I had held it firmly. I kissed her inner thighs as she squirmed and tried to close her legs. I had positioned well between them and the maximum she got to was press on the sides of my torso.I bent. I couldn’t wait to get her home and try to figure out what’s going on with those two. We left Carrie at her site, her parents had just arrived from their day at the museum and were tired, hungry and ready to sit down and have a drink, so we said our good nights and walked back to the coach. When I got there, I started dinner and Kristy sat and watched, not saying anything as she was deep in her own thoughts. We ate what I prepared; cleaned up the coach and by the time we had finished, it was. A girl could get used to that kind of strength."Now, you're in control," he acknowledged as I sat up on his semi-erect cock. The cuffs around my wrists gave me an idea."Do you ever wear these?" I asked, unsnapping the fasteners."Sometimes," he answered, raising his eyebrows at me."Do you mind?" I asked as I slipped the recently removed cuff around his left wrist."Not at all," he said, moving his arm up so I could snap it to the bedpost tether. Hmm. This was going to be interesting. I secured. “How many girls so far? 140-150? That’s not many, is it ... People will still recognise me ... Can’t be many as pretty as me, eh?” She doesn’t sound conceited, she sounds like she’s telling the truth. Put her in a line-up of models and beauty queens, she’d disappear – but put her beside the vast majority of our girls and she’ll look pretty damn good!The bra comes undone and almost fires away from her chest as it’s released ... Firm, round orbs of boob-flesh springing up and forward ... A.