She rose to a kneeling position, bashfully covering herself with one arm. To have sex without her husband present was a scenario she had never let her...elf think about, but to be tied up and ravaged was her deepest, darkest fantasy. It seemed wrong somehow to live out a fantasy she hadn't discussed with her husband, and she decided they should be done. The three men encircling the bed made her uneasy, so with a tone of finality she said, "Well, that was fun," and reached for the blindfold.. The fear of getting caught coupled with the feeling of being close to those beautiful legs of hers would be enough to make my heart race and my cock rock hard.One day I decided to wear those knee high black leather boots as well as her black nylon seamed stockings and cheap looking white suspenders. I was in a world of my own writhing in ecstasy on her bed wanking myself off while touching and kissing her stockings and boots and imagining I was kissing my goddess-like mother whom i worshiped.I. As we manipulated my loose breast I saw his mouth fall open, I looked deep into his eyes and drank in his awakening, and still covering his hand on my flesh I reached up and kissed him full on his mouth, an adult kiss, my tongue unashamedly darting between those loose lips, he surrendered his mouth to me at that moment, and thrust deeply into it, my tongue tracing my saliva around his cavity, I pulled off, inches from his face, I studied him as my hand felt between his legs, massaging his. I pressed my palm into her mound and followed the outline of her pussy lips up to her arsehole. “Mmmmm” Stacey groaned. “Come on you dirty slut, carry on with your story” I said. Seeing how turned on I was seemed to give her a new level of confidence.Stacey turned back to face me, called me a horny bastard and asked me whether I could handle the truth. I laughed and said I wold soon be using the truth as motivation to fuck her over the sofa. I then added that I wanted to hear as much as.