I called my new friend and told him it would be this weekend and asked what day was better Friday evening, Saturday day or Saturday night .He said it ...ould be better Saturday day no one would be looking for him and he could still go out in the evening If he wanted too, then he asked if he could take pictures too I told him, as long as my wife’s face are not in the pic it would be ok I could take the pictures while they are fucking .Then I remembered she is blind folded you can’t really make. The next time we played we I got her to suck me again but this time she let me stay in her mouth and cum but she didn't like the taste and spat it out very quickly. AS time went on we experimented with different things till one day when we were home alone playing with each other I got on top of her by this time we both new what sex was all about from other k**s and wanted to try a few or things, She opened her legs as wide as she could I had fingered her pussy before and I new that it would be. “Everything went back to normal.”Brian then interrupted, “until the divorce.”“True,” she agreed.Brian then continued the story, “we got very close again as she told me the many problems she and dad had. “ It was here he looked at his mother directly in the eye even though he was still talking to Mike. “All that time on the phone and our relationship has grown into so much more again. I was hoping to God this would happen again this weekend.” His statement was genuine and ultimately directed at. You’re be screaming by the time I’ve finished. You know what I’m going to do to you don’t you?” James flexed his body, “Yes Miss!” Tamara pulled her free hand across his chest, raking his skin with her blood red nails and grasped him around his neck. He breathed hard, his muscles rippling to her touch. “You will do whatever you wish with me Miss. Whatever pleases you, because I am yours; your possession; your slave. I belong to you!” Tamara nodded, her lips against his glistening skin..