.. well, boys were easy. No matter how tentative he was with me, I could have him quivering like a taut bowstring. There was no question about his abi...ity, his need, to reach completion. Boys were indeed easy, and anyway, in this case, I owned the lad.Martin Folsom was permanently blind in his left eye. It had been a lucky strike for me, unlucky for him. I hadn’t had time to think, to plan, to aim. I had gripped that shower spike in the palm of my right hand, pointing out between my two middle. Helen had promised to give him the phone number where she was staying. If she had trouble she could give him a call, and if she had car trouble he would be on the road behind her. He knew it was a hopeless plan. Lightening didn’t strike twice. Driving slowly, it was mid-afternoon before he was in Wenatchee. He had time to drive home over Steven’s Pass to Seattle before full dark. But he temporized. He was hungry, though he really wasn’t. Traffic would be bad in Monroe, where the road leveled as. With her right hand she pushed the thin cloth of her string bikini to the side, grabbed my dick, and inserted it into her extremely wet cunt hole. We were fucking in the hot tub. The heat and the bubbles around our bodies turned us on more. My wife frantically bounced up and down on my meet trying to make herself bring on a cooling orgasm. I needed to help. With my hands I caressed the sides of her breasts. I slid down the soldier straps and exposed her tits right in my face. I caressed. The thin, fabric was skin tight. Brenda's tits and nipples were clearly outlined under the stretchy material. She smoothed down the sides of the loose skirt and turned around. The dress covered about half of her back. The hem line was above mid-thigh. She was more than a little apprehensive about wearing the dress in public but felt a little thrill as well. When she turned around and faced the mirror it looked like her nipples were a little more visible. Brenda picked up her purse and the.