Dave laughs teasingly. Again the ribbon is felt around your neck where you can feel yourself being pulled forward. Dave kisses you passionately and yo... return the kiss with as much lust and passion to get back at him. Dave steps away again you hear something loud rattle as if in a bucket. You know the sound, but can’t place it. You’re really getting tired of the blind fold and restraints. Dave takes his hands on each thigh and spreads your legs even wider. “Dave, I’m serious, I need to see. Really amazing is that at age 42 you have never travelled overseas, something rare for our age group. I tell you a little bit about my early life in New Zealand and you listen with great interest. You have the uncanny ability to feel things while keeping a detached perspective and I like that. We talk about my hobbies and interests and I laugh at a joke you make about wildlife. You are a charming flirt and I watch as you flirt with me. I tell you I am glad I have met you. You look at me and. Is that good enough?" Cynthia smiled and said, "Good enough. What about the rest of you?" "I'll pose nude," Serena said, "but I won't pose with him." She smiled at me. "It's nothing personal, it's just that, uhm . . . I don't like men." Serena was in her early twenties but still looked like a teenager. Her breasts were small, her waist narrow, her legs long. I found her bright, cheery brown eyes, upturned, perky nose, and thick sensuous lips very appealing. I was sad to discover she was. She returned a few minutes later and was dressed totally different. She had changed while out of view. "Wow." I said, followed by a little cough. Mom was now wearing a black long line bra with no shoulder straps, garters made into it and attached to black hose with a seam up the back, and no panties. I couldn't help it, but my eyes were now wide open and my hand was slowly working my cock. I still had my hand on my cock when she next looked in my direction but my eyes were back to their near.