It was another such a day when she had to walk back to her hostel, alone, past the cemetery.“At least the dead won’t try to molest or rape me,” ...he thought as she had her backpack cuddled to her breast with her both hands and as she quickly walked on the street that ran by the cemetery.She was wearing a short sleeved t-shirt that was fit to her upper body and a tight denim, with slippers. Sure, it wasn’t easy to walk fast, dressed up like that, let alone running.As she kept walking in that. Anita and I had reached an understanding that it was acceptable to ask for present any new idea, rather than risk getting something the other had no use for. As per usual, I then asked my sweet wife what she wanted for her birthday some days before.Ana smiled and kissed me on my neck, twinkling in her eye."Do you remember you let me fuck your ass with a dildo last time?"I just smiled: "Yes, I do. My ass is still sore from that!" Well, babe; this time I would like to see you take a real cock."My. Twowaist high posts were set vertically just in from the edges and there wasa small hole in the middle.Eddie was in excellent shape and had noproblem carrying Debbie's rigid body over to the turntable, positioning thepoint of the foot cone in the center hole, and holding her upright whilehe swung metal arms from the top of each post and locked them to the waistbelt.He spent several minutes making sure thatmost of the pieces of metal that held Debbie so immobile were properly hookedup with. She’d obviously sensed some tension between the ladies and she gave Sophie a stern look. ‘Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got things under control. Although, I’d love some company at any rate.’ Gemma responded, diplomatically. Sophie contemplated staying in her seat, but as she looked around the table she was met by glares from her parents and husband. Instead, she picked her son up and carried him into the kitchen with her. She placed Oli on the bar as she sat at a stool. Gemma attempted to make small.