”“Well, if you two idiots want to stand around and blame each other, that’s fine, but Hank and I are cold and, frankly, I was hoping for a touch...of that Macallan you are waving around like it’s a pop bottle.” Sylvia said acerbically, shaking her head.The two men shared a look that seemed to say, “Women!” and together, as if it were planned, they shrugged. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud!“Well, come in then, damn it. Bess, heel.” Michael Fitzhugh turned on his heel, his dog following. Just remember that I will be there the entire time so you can feel safe and loved.” That was what she needed to hear, and she nodded her agreement. They settled that the blindfold would be used every Friday night but no other times. She wouldn’t have advance notice about who, or even if it was someone else, would be getting in bed with her, and her husband would never reveal the identity of such a person unless she explicitly requested it.It’s not easy to find someone who would bonk even a. I looked up at Carolyn and she was starring at the TV and I don't think she even realized that her panties were showing. I tried not to be too obvious about it but I was starring at her pussy. I could see some wispy strands of her pubic hair coming out the side of the panties and they were pulled so tight on her that I could even make out her pussy lips. As I continued to rub her calf muscles and peek at her pussy my hands began to wander farther and farther up her leg until I was just past her. "You're soooo wet!" I explained with a pretence I was shocked.Sara blushed furiously and her knees bent slightly as I sent a wash of lust through her body. I swept my thumb up and across her clit as my forefinger slipped inside her. She nearly sobbed with the stimulus and her eyelids fluttered closed. She muttered a hissing, long drawn out expletive and drew in a deep breath through her nose. I felt the muscles in the oiled velvet of her cunt squeeze down on my finger as she tilted her pelvis.