It was half way through the evening, every one had swallowed enough to be mellow and Bev was on the dance floor with some guy from the bride's side of...the family. I could tell from the way that the man held Bev and the way he moved his hands over her body that what he wanted was to get her out of the building and onto the back seat of his car. Bev had just enough booze in her that she wasn't objecting to the man's roaming hands and I began to wonder if he could get her outside and what would. So the first night I tied her up we made love, it was my trial run to see how she would react. She loved it, so each night I got a little bolder and started whispering in her ear since we couldn’t have sex outside the marriage I would pretend I was someone else and it would almost be as good. Gradually over time I introduced Al into my fantasy, and right from the first time her orgasms seemed stronger whenever I pretended to be Al. She was really getting into one night when we were fucking she. "Peter stood at the front gate of the prison and looked up at the high walls. It was an austere and imposing structure and one well suited for housing society's miscreants. Since he had called ahead the guards were expecting him and a half-hour later he was sitting in the warden's office."I know what you told me on the phone Mr. Parker, but just what is your interest in this case?" It's like I told you Warden Jones, I'm doing a piece on rehabilitation and I thought the situation involving. .. I danced as if I was making love to her, slowly... sensually... I slid my dress off my shoulders... mmmmmmoving. She couldn't resist... she started to finger herself."Stop Rachel - wait for me!" My hands slid down my stomach sliding my dress off my naked body, revealing what soon would be hers. I moved slowly to her as my dress fell to my feet. Sliding my hands to my breast I pinched my nipples to make sure I was not dreaming. I moved over to her, now straddling her leg and lowering my.