The meetings of the two friends hadn't been too much hampered by Elizabeth's inability, as a collared woman, to be out in public unleashed, for, where...she'd often visited Bathsheba, Bathsheba now visited her, agog to learn how her friend was coping with the restrictions on her movements and, as Elizabeth could tell, secretly longing for the day when she, too, would become a grown woman and wear some man's collar. Bathsheba had long ago set her sights on a certain God's-Will-Be-Done Ramsclough,. . and the three (I couldn't believe even my father was doing it) oldies started pinching her bottom or groping her tits each time she passed them. Once when she was shaking her big fat tits in Rudra's face, the old fart opened the knot at the back, and sure enough the whole garment came off, and so did the twine beauties of my wife. Actually, the creamy white boobs looked relieved that they were finally out of their confinement. My wife must have been aroused because her nipples were erect and. Jamhal reaches a hand between their bodies and adjusts his penis, then his hand flies back to her buttocks and he rucks up her skirt and uses both hands to caress her buttocks through her panties and pulls her against him.He grinds himself against her, his cock hard against her lower abdomen. Michele feels the girth of his tumescent penis though the layers of her clothing. She does not respond and allows Jamhal to do what he is doing, hoping to get it over with.Jamhal's kisses are hard and. She told how they were in his room, fooling around as usual. Mercifully, she left out the details. She said that she finally let him have sex with her last weekend, only to be dumped by him today, three days later. “He said that sex was all I was good for, and that no one would ever love an ugly slut like me.” She broke down again, and I boiled over with anger, but hid it from Avery. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You aren’t a slut, and you aren’t ugly.” “You’re just saying that. I’m not where.