I was wondering if she was wearing a bra and imagining how much fun it would be to squeeze and suck her nipples. I imagined pushing down her track pan...s and entering her. In twenty seconds I imagined how I wanted to fuck her and I had a raging hard on. The tent in my pants was clearly visible.Sam looked at my tent, it seemed she had read my mind and she gave me a sly seductive wicked smile. She invited me inside and we both started chatting about our lives over the last ten years. She got the. ” Susan complied with the order, bending at her waist, and stepping back a bit, her body bent at ninety degrees at her waist. She saw Peter in the corner of her eye as he moved to her. He then sat on the floor almost directly beneath her, still holding the two lengths of rope in his hand. Setting one of the rope lengths on the floor, Peter reached up with his free hand, and stroked Susan’s left breast as it dangled from her torso. Reaching up, he held the end of the rope at the top of her. Slowly, methodically, I light each one. The smell of vanilla, lavender and sandalwood mix with the earthy smell of weed. Steam billows from the hot water now cascading from the showerhead. The sudden clash of hot steam and cooled air wrestles against my flesh, causing a chill to rise. A quick flip of the switch and all light is gone except for the gentle flicker of flames burning on candle wicks. I slide my white, no nonsense bikini panties to the floor, step out. The clasps on my bra are easy. I know that uttering, "I love you", on the first date (if you could call it that) is trite, but Mary sensed that I was truly overcome with her, that I had no hidden agenda.But now I had to tread carefully with respect to Ginny. How much about us did Mary already know? Did she know about my son's exploits? Did she care?Mary seems to be completely sapphic, yet that dildo of hers conjures up only thoughts of men from porn movies!It is clearly impossible for Mary to participate in anything where.