Trevor loved it too because he had many opportunities to look down their tops and he most definitely was a tit man. Quite often he would get a good lo...k at cleavage and bra but sometimes he hit the jackpot and the woman wasn’t wearing a bra and he would get a good look at her tits. On one warm day, Trevor had his eyes on two young ladies that looked to be college aged or perhaps a couple of years older, but not much. They were both very good looking and obviously braless. Using his various. ..uh...toy man...i hate to play the role of the vibrator. I don’t care if i can whip the butts of these women if this is what they like and what they want. What do they learn?! Nothing! They just have a weird form of pleasure, there is no challenge, no discovery, no mystery nor misery. No I like it when they experience the unexpected, when they face their own fear and especially when they swallow their own pride. I love when they are sincerely, deeply, purely humiliated and it is not just a. We were shown the guest room which was right next to theirs and after we got undressed and in the covers, we could hear them talking about sex and we heard our names come up. After a few more minutes, there was a knock at our bedroom door and when I told them to come in, the door opened and there stood Sara wearing only a skimpy ass nightgown that barely covered her pussy and tits! She said she wanted to ask a question and told us that she and Jim had heard through the g****vine that my wife. It started off as quite a theoretical conversation … what would I feel and think …. What would it be like for her.But it soon and unmistakably morphed for both of us into a conversation about what it would ‘really be like’ – with the implicit sub-text that, without ever saying it, we were both thinking about whether or not we would do this thing.And as the days and weeks of conversation passed, Claire and I became more comfortable opening up and being really honest with each other.Claire.