He never mentioned it, and knowing him as I do now, he really would have.”“You know, Claire, I can’t believe we’ve never talked about this.”...��It’s not surprising, darling. Peter’s always been here with me, and the children were always around as well, ours or yours.”“So what’s sex like with him?” Ellen asked leaning forward.“Hey, Ellie, that’s a bit personal!”“Oh, come on, Claire! We always used to talk about everything. Tell!”“It’s always very nice–”“Nice!” Ellen exclaimed. “Nice?” she repeated. Two brightly painted horses, one on either side of the door, looked weather-beaten, and the dark brick building had seen better days. However, it was enormous, 2 stories and nearly a half a block deep. James, showered and cleaned up, had driven over, about 15 minutes from his parents' house, it was getting dark, the sun was setting, James felt that that heady mixture of nerves and excitement all at the same time. He parked a bit away, his car hidden by some tree branches, just down the block. 'You have a minute to make me cum.'He had tried, really tried, but failed and she had lifted him by the ears, placed him face down on the bed before fastening his ankles and removing the blindfold. She had taken her favourite purple ribbed vibrator and proceeded to cum twice in front of him, spanked him hard, ten times on each cheek before telling him she was going to buy a new cane and would return. Now as he tried not to move, even though he was horny beyond belief, cur heard the front door. The decor was serene. The fabric and paint were a light, tone-on-tone brightness. The wood of the furniture was dark and rich. Upholstery invited one to rest in loving and cushioned embrace. There were no televisions, but a library of sorts filled the walls of one long hallway. The music in the bar each evening was soft and sensual jazz provided by a quartet. The atmosphere was only part of the reason I had chosen it. The main factor was its clothing optional policy for beach and pool. During.