He squeezed her ass used his own tongue on hers. “You have my pussy juice all over your face,” she said, smiling and kissing him. “Does that t...rn you off?” Rob replied. “No, I like it,” she said, licking his mouth, chin and cheeks. After a few minutes of deep kissing and touching, she said, “What do you want?” “I want you to suck my cock,” he responded. She smiled and sat back on the toilet, drawing him closer by tugging on his dick. She squeezed the base of his shaft, causing his cock to. Each little tightening tug of the rope jolted her excitement. Every twist and knot secured her further within his artistic vision. She felt every graze of his hands and fingers as the rope was brought into the crease of her thighs and hips. The silken rope rubbed against the outer sides of her anticipating pussy, stimulating the neatly trimmed hairs and silky against the cleanly shaven bikini line. The roping of red throughout her body was finished. The rope secured in a harness form, it was. Maddie and Stella were naked and obviously making breakfast. They were giggling and touching each other. My cock twitched. Stella turned around “wearing a towel?” she said and she and Maddie chuckled. I took the towel off. My cock reared up. “Oh that is so much better” squealed Maddie.Breakfast devoured I was wondering what these two had cooked up. I didn’t have to wait long. A nice hot coffee was taken into the lounge and I was told to sit and watch. Maddie laid down on her back and Stella. Emmy was there and saw the whole thing.There was no way that anything Rick Dempsey had told me was responsible for this sudden surge. He had said very little, really, about what I should do. Sure, he'd told me to relax, to be selective, to be patient, yada-yada-yada. With all due respect to Mr. Dempsey, nothing that he'd said had been the difference-maker here. I had hit well for two days running. And nothing in my baseball life had changed.Just my home life.It would be ridiculous -- wouldn't.