She had been drinking wine and I found the moment her tongue danced its way into my mouth more intoxicating than any brew or love potion ever. I was ...eeling my cock rise and so with my other hand I cupped the bottom and front of her far breast and started kneading the fleshy breast and was rewarded by the sensation of her nipple immediately puckering and growing into the palm of my hand!After a minute or two Mama T pulled back. We were both panting in anticipation. Her moans and mews as I. "Oh god, that was torture," she said with her mouth almost still full.She waited to finish another bite and turned to him and said, "I would have done anything for this, you know. Anything!" I'll have to remember that," he smiled.Ingrid finished the second piece and sat back on the bench with her eyes closed. "I think I'll live now." Glad to hear it," he said. "I'm going to set the barbeque up now, so if you can move over toward the wine table, I'll get started."Ingrid slid to her right and. So the solution? Well, once again, it was Claire’s suggestion and then my online purchase that got us a set of “Under Bed Restraint Straps,” or just “the straps” as we hence referred to them. Finally, one sunny Friday morning, the package arrived. Just home from classes and with a long night of parties ahead, Claire tore open the package and helped me get the straps setup under the bed. The way they work is simple- just four velcro hand/ankle restraints attached at a central point that goes. Dorothy was going to say something, but instead she started moaning and then came all over Gregg. "You have a nicer-feeling pussy than your sister." he said, sweating onto his married sex partner's face. "I'll see you here every time she does, right afterward." said Dorothy, gasping for breath, "To wash her pussy juice off with mine. I want you walking around with my scent on you, not hers." After a few moments, she added, "I don't want that bitch to think she owns you just because she's.