"So wet already you little tramp." she said. "Now, lie face up on the bed"She had command in her voice and I did as I was told before she straddled me...and put one cuff on each of my wrists then, with a quick reassuring look she said "Don't worry, I won't harm you," before kissing me and lifting my arms above my head and cuffing me to the frame.I was totally powerless with her sat astride me and she could have robbed me, but what she had just said had made me trust her and as she looked down at. ”On our knees, we started to collect the red currants. When I looked up, I was stunned to see right in front of my face the upper part of her meaty thighs and in between a bush of black hair under the cockles of her butt cheeks. And no panties, what exciting scenery!While I wondered whether her skirt slipped up unintentionally, her next move answered that doubt. She turned around, looked deeply in my eyes and whispered, ”Don’t you think I did not notice last time how much you like my little. Jo looked ahead, the opening through the gap was clear, there was no-one at court level directly ahead. Her heart was beating, solidly, quickly, due to the game, but now it beat just a bit faster, she grabbed her top and pulled it off."What are you doing?" Yvette spat out her water.Jo gave an appearance of calm as she placed the top over the bowl and rinsed it with her own bottle."You haven't played in many of these tournaments, Yvette, but when the weather is this hot you have to do this or. After agreeing to meet, I was both excited and nervous. I was excited because I looked at it as a chance to meet (and probably fuck) a woman that I had gotten to know and like, and nervous because I was afraid of what it might do to my conscious, and my relationship with my wife. I've ogled and fantasized about other women over the years, but have never even thought seriously about taking any action. In fact, I've deliberately avoided situations where I'd get into lengthy conversations with.