...About 3 months after that night and as agreed Barb and I hadn't seen each other, I had been out with Russ a couple of times but that was about it (... didnt feel guilty but what he didnt know didnt really hurt him). I popped out to a pub just on the outskirts of town with another mate of mine, it was midweek nothing exciting and my mate had picked me up and it was going to be a couple of pints and home. We were sitting at the bar having a beer and I looked over at a table and there was Barb. Her helpless subject gasped and writhed in confused reaction to this tortured onslaught.The hostess then laid the whip aside and picked up a single, long stemmed rose, thorns and all. She drew the flower lightly across Melissa's parted lips causing to the withdraw them suddenly and bite down to stop the tickling tingle that resulted. She rolled her head away from the woman.The soft pedals of the rose traled down her neck to the left nipple where it became centered, twisted and laid across in. .I said dont be daft I was looking forward to seeing you.She said what do you mean and I said well I do fancy you Claire and she said Really? I said yes i cant help noticing your sexy ass..she laughed and said thats my best asset and I said no its not and she said what do you mean..I told her what I had seen and she was shocked and told me im a perv but she said do you wana fuck me as well?I said Thats what im here tonight for, and she said youre a dirty fucker she said I didnt realise you was. Ron's only disappointment with Lindsey was the lack of exploration in their sex life. Lindsey had grown up in a very conservative household. Her father was a minister for the local church. Growing up in a strict Christian home meant Lindsey never dressed provocatively and she always wore her long blonde hair up in a ponytail. This life style carried into Lindsey's adulthood. Ron continuously asked Lindsey to dress in a more seductive manner or to shave her pussy but she never agreed. And that.