I don’t remember where the others faded into the field. But I do remember the teenagers chasing us looking around the field and everyone stopping to...look at them and then going back to the game as the teenagers ran back into the woods still looking for us. No one on the field said a word until we were sure they were gone. Then all the kids already playing asked what happened and we all cracked up as each of us told there own story. We finished the game, ‘Kraz’ hit a couple of home runs over the. Gabrielle was slipping into her own world of the leather's tight embrace andCheyenne 's wonderful touch. She felt Cheyenne kiss her on the neck, just abovethe jacket's collar. Gabrielle turned her face slightly and then felt Cheyenne's tongue slowly trace around her lips. Gabrielle parted her lips and a slightmoan escaped before she was gagged with Cheyenne 's tongue. Cheyenne wrappedher arms around Gabrielle and held her tight, her sex steaming against theoutside of the leather suit. Gabrielle. I followed my friend's wife into the living room where she grabbed my hand and led me to just in front of the sofa. Donna rubbed her hands down the side of my arms gently tracing my biceps. She grabbed the bottom of my windshirt and lifted it over my head then pulled my polo shirt over my head to leave me standing there naked from the waist up. "You have a great body," she said and moved in to kiss me.I felt Donna's tongue trace my lips as we began to kiss. She started to suck my tongue into. At first, he hadn't understood, because their sex life was healthy. They weren't distant with each other. Hell, they had fucked nearly nightly all summer long. Then it occurred to him that the difference must be in the quality of the interaction beyond the sex. So he looked it up and learned all about what it meant to be a sexual submissive, as well as what it meant to be a dominant. Suddenly it all made sense. What he'd witnessed was in fact a submissive woman giving herself to a dominant man,.