Day by day, I found myself getting more turned on and horny by the idea of being dominated elsewhere with random guys and coming back to dominating th... one I love so that I have total control and get all the pleasure.Getting him to allow that to happen isn't easy and I don't think it will happen anytime soon. He loves me a lot and is very jealous whenever he sees me talking to other guys. I threw out the offer to let him have a threesome with another girl and I if he allowed me to bring another. Samantha could get her well-muscled 44-inch hips into the older jeep, but my 48-inch hips and huge chest just didn't fit. Every time I moved, the horn beeped, and I needed a crane to pry my butt out. Not to mention what the seat belt felt like. So I had the seats in the new truck especially made to fit our derrieres, and the racing harness seat belts were tailored to keep them off our breasts. Soon we had woven our way through traffic, and were headed up the highway. Even if it was an hour's. Thank you, sir. She said demurely, looking up at me. So, you obviously kept the dress code. Very nice. I looked at her hard nipples poking through her dress. I hated bras, they were too difficult to get off and didnt accomplish anything. That was my only dress code: no bra, ever. She smiled at my praise. Megen was smiling, knowing what I was doing, but Aaron was dumbfounded. Are you shaved? She lifted her dress and pulled her panties down in the front, enough for me to see the cute little. She runs her hands up his chest, loving the feel of him, even if she is only touching over his shirt. He grabs her hips and pulls her against him. They are hip to hip. His hard cock is pressing up against her softer core. She shudders and leans in to kiss him again. Their kisses become more frantic, as they start thrusting against each other. She moves her hand down, desperately tunnelling under his shirt, delighting in the feel of his soft skin. His hands move from her hips up across her.