What has this thigh hobble to do with mywardrobe?" Put your pants back on Peter."I sat on the edge of a kitchen chair and pulled my pants on. As Ipul...ed them up it became obvious. The hobble chain meant I could nolonger wear pants."Carla, what am I supposed to wear. None of my pants will fit over thishobble chain." Think about it Peter. What kind of garments don't have separate legs? What kind of garment could a person in a thigh hobble wear?" Nothing. Nothing except maybe a skirt or a. I opened the door and walked towards that small area between the locker room and pool with the little foot bath and showers. Again the man left his cubicle and followed. he stood opposite in the area as I showered and he did the same and never once took his eyes of me he eyeballed me up and down, head to toe just lingering when his eyes reached my fanny, ass and tits as I rinsed of. I got a look at him he was around 6'2 and about 13st he was possibly in his late 30s in ok shape but starting to. After we'd untangled ourselves that afternoon, Hebe got out of bed and stretched, her joints cracking and her breasts rising as she extended her hands above her head. In his cage by the window her parakeet, Jupiter, chattered."I'm going to do it tonight."I was sitting on the side of the bed and Hebe's stretch was enough to draw my hands to her boobs and cup them and chafe their nipples. Instead of dropping her hands to protect herself Hebe pushed her breasts against my hands. When she finally. I pressed against her back, my cock stiffening rapidly, as I reached around, cupping her luscious milk jugs, sliding my fingers all over her tits, pulling and gently tweaking on her nipples which rose up to greet the stimulation. Charlene’s coos of pleasure urged me on, I slid my hands down over her belly, felt the smoothness of her mound, and my hands slipped under her panties. Charlene pushed her ass back against my cock, and started to purr as my hands played with her tight pussy lips,.