“Well?” she said with a feral grin.I gazed my appreciation then rapidly shed my clothes, thankful that I had not as yet put on any socks. As I mov...d towards her she did a back flip onto the bed, legs wide. Her fingers returned to stroke herself.“I’ve been looking forward to this all afternoon,” she chuckled. “I kept losing what my dear parents were saying during the meal, I had this amazing itch for you.”I knew what she wanted and fell on her, or rather fell above her, whereupon she gripped my. Slipping into my mothers bedroom with the idea of taking a pr of her pants to wear I came across her suspender belt and black stockings plus a pr of red very shiny knee boots she had worn for a 60s night out with the girls, slipping this into a bag I trotted off next door. Mr Tremain seemed glad to see me and led me straight to his bedroom, opening his wardrobe I got the surprise of my life as there must have been about twenty ladies macs from see throw to black leather, he just said pick. I knew of a good and probably safe place down in the swamps of southern Florida working on the saw palmetto harvest (strangely much more lucrative than other produce picking), but the trick was going to be getting there. We had to get near a rail line but we knew everyone was looking for us.Waiting for an eastbound train that I hoped would take us into Florida, Chris undoubtedly saved my life.I had been feeling a bit off kilter, probably because it had rained for the last week straight and I. What a wonderful sight and feeling! I love it! I'm such a slut for her and her toys.When I see others couples together, I wonder if they have similar bedroom activity. I find it hard to believe that we are the only ones that enjoy this extreme type of role reversal. It's not like that's all we do though. We still frequently have traditional sex. Loving, romantic sex that is quiet and sweet as well as hot, sweaty, hair pulling sex that is loud and rough. Both kinds have their place. I love.