The cream of her passion filledmy mouth as her full thighs pressed hard against my face. Finallyshe relaxed and I started to rise but she got to her f...et first and turnedaround.?"Thatwas wonderful, Bobby, but we're not quite finished. Are we?" No,we were not. I kissed her devine bottom until she parted her globes for me.Withvery ladylike grace she expelled more gaseous evidence of her spicy lunch intomy face and mouth. I laved the curves of her ass, massaged her bounteous bottomand advanced my. She touched my body and I got a shock. It was electric! And I think she knew it! After the class, we walked to our cars and she made small talk asking me what kind of talks I like. She didn’t/doesn’t but I said it is OK since I felt that it was good to have separate interests. She said that her husband didn’t share any of her interests and that she was very frustrated by that. We chatted about that for a while and then she said that she could see that I was a passionate person. She put down her. "Oh, YOU'RE the guy..." he said, a realization coming upon him."Uh ... yeah. I'm the guy ... My trailer."We took Helen's latest acquisition, an electric golf cart, to my trailer. Will followed in his SUV. Crime scene tape still wrapped the trailer."You can ignore that," Helen said. The sheriff said they're finished.A temporary bar was across the blasted door, and there were four more shotgunned holes in the trailer besides the missing bit of the door. Will had his camera out, shooting. They both loved the idea of bondage - she wanted to be tied up, and he wanted to tie her up and have his way with her. It soon became clear they had the same tastes. For weeks they emailed each other, sharing their deepest darkest fantasies until finally Daniel suggested they play a game. It seemed the only logical thing to do really. Why shouldn't they explore some of their fantasies in a safe, sane, and consensual way? She finally had someone she trusted who understood what she really needed..