Then I started caressing my breasts, rubbing my nipples, I love that! Then, I slowly rubbed my belly, and then I touched my clit and rubbed it. It fel... so gooood, then I laid down on my bed, stuck my fingers up inside myself and pumped them in and out”. Tom was feeling his cock getting harder and harder as he imagined her doing it. Any harder and he could cut with it. “Then what did you do”? Said Tom, a little breathlessly. “Then while I was pumping my fingers in and out of my wet pussy, I. Even knowing that we should get a wheat crop this autumn, I bought flour, and more than a thousand pounds of wheat we could grind. In the stores I nearly emptied, I asked for anything else they might recommend and bought some of those items, too. I added several barrels of dried apples and peaches.The last store I was at suggested rope and chain, something I’d completely forgotten. Smacking myself mentally, I bought all he had--which wasn’t much. I also bought the four block and tackle sets he. Which may be responsible for the fact that I found myself working lotion into both of her nipples too. I don’t know why I didn’t think of the fact that she could do that part herself. Like I said, I may already have been lost by then. We were still lying there, as if we were watching TV. The TV was on, but again, I have no recollection of what was showing.I rubbed her breasts for what seemed like hours. Her dark brown nipples strained upwards, protruding from wide areolas almost an inch. The. . dissatisfying.He relaxed and rolled off of her, his cock still semi-erect but it was over. He lay back on his side of the bed while she got up and slipped out to the bathroom. A feeling of frustration was growing in him. "Damn it all. Every time!" A small growl escaped his throat.But when she came back he kept silent. It wasn't any use anyway. Anytime he suggested something different she either acted like the silent martyr or outright refused. She mumbled something about the bathroom being.