Firstly, he incessantly groped at his crotch while engaging you in conversation. The second tidbit of information I wish to proffer, was Johnson’s r...action to a homophobic comment that one of the other guys made one evening.“Guy’s sucking each other’s dicks, is the most natural thing in the world, how else do we prepare for life when we finally find the women of our dreams,” he concluded with a goofy grinNext, picking up on the disbelieving stares around him, he continued, “Homosexual behaviour. Sandy removed her hand and just stared at my dick. I could tell she was very turned. I said ok Sandy; I showed you mine, now it’s your turn. Sandy had a reluctant look but she knew a deal was a deal. I pulled my sweats back up and moved off the couch and let Sandy sit in the same place. She had on a flowered dress, she reached under and pulled her panties off, and I still couldn’t see anything but I was panting like a dog with anticipation waiting for a treat. I told her that this is really hot. "Put a towel under her Clarrie and wipe her if she bleeds. Make sure she doesn't soil the bedcover or I'll stripe both your arses." For all her threats, Lady Marchant had a wry smile on her face as though she looked forward to punishing us. "And get the bindings from the bottom drawer. I wish to examine her properly and I don't want her kicking and thrashing about." From the way she spoke, I knew she was going to do more than look at my body."Which way up first ma'am?" Face down." Clarrie. From — what in the world were you thinking, Mary Teresa Sullivan? To — damn, that was so fucking hot.I was blowing on my coffee and heading for the screened porch to sit and watch the sun burn the mist off the lake when Carol came bursting through the door, pointed her finger at me and commanded, “Sit down, Mom, we need to talk.”I was so startled that I almost spilled my coffee, but I did manage to back up and find a chair to sit on. All the time, I’m was backing up. I’m thinking, “Oh shit,.