I moved to stand up and she stood up with me without hardly breaking our embrace. Nothing has ever felt more natural nor more passionate and right in...all of the years since her mother died. I was making love to Lindsey and it did not matter her lineage. Hell, it did not matter that we were only kissing! The emotions and realness of what passed between us at that moment transcended the physical reality of space and time. It somehow blended, melded and spun every thought, every event, every. I raised one arm and draped it around her shoulder, pulling her closer. My other hand found her left breast, and I kneaded the fleshy mound, causing Mia to moan softly. I felt myself being pushed back on to the bed, the water warm beneath, the bed surprisingly firm and supportive. Michael’s fingers found the zip on my skirt, and then the garment slid from my legs. I cringed at the uncovering of my non-flattering knickers, but I guess they didn’t notice or care. Mia leant over me, her tongue. The other came down along a poll than through another pully and brought up and attached to the hook strap just below her boobs.With some adjustments, they soon had Lisa bent over as one cable pulled her ass up while the other pulled her torso down. Her boobs hung loosely below her. Each man felt compelled to reach down for a squeeze or two. Or in Steve’s case, three. With her wrists attached to the strap on her waist, she was completely at their mercy. She wasn’t going anywhere.What looked like. She was a homemaker, and her husband was a businessman.She told me that she had read all the stories I had published and was quite interested in me. She asked for my picture, which I shared. She liked my picture and did not ask for nude or ladies’ pictures.She told me that she feels her body is not satisfied and fulfilled by sex in recent times. Like those during her initial years of marriage. After the second kid, her husband hardly had any urge to have sex.He developed drinking habits with.