We go to catch a movie each week, the latest release or a re-run of some classic horror. At least we have the same tastes, nothing with a body count o... less than two hundred and at least one sex scene. We meet up for lunch and dinner, and sometimes breakfast when we arrive back too late after a night at a club but crash in your living room. I love being woken by you with breakfast even if I am lying, still dressed, on the sofa. You phoned late last night, and we discussed our days. You went. "Don't worry, I'm ready to go," she purred seductively. "Just drive out towards Fort Champion. We can always find a little drive-off where they conduct combat drills. And the van seats fold down." Are you crazy? If we get caught it's a federal offense!!" I practically shouted, amazed that my conservative wife would suggest such a thing. We never even had sex in the living room, let alone outdoors."It's festival weekend, nobody is going to be out patrolling the grounds. Trust me," she said. I. It was fastened to a postthat went into the platform under his chin and held his head upright andbent so far back he was now looking straight ahead. A large ring gagfilled his mouth. It held his mouth wide open and his teeth rested in aglue filled crevasse in the outside of the ring. Additional rods ranfrom his fingernail rings to the gag ring, effectively holding his headin place, immovable.His legs were then lifted up and he was bent backwards until he felt hisspine might snap at any. Sara had my cock deep in her mouth now, I could see her struggling with the length but I still wasn't fully hard. Sara then rose to her feet presenting me with her ass as she pressed the palms of her hands against the shower wall forcing her breasts and ass out, she looked so ripe, ready to burst out of her tight body. I ran then length of my cock between her legs feeling the warmth of her pussy. One of her hands dropped to meet it, ensuring that the full length ran up her body. Sara then.