“I better slow down.” Beth moved back to Kathy’sside of the couch and handed her back the wine glass,saying, “Relax and enjoy,...we don’t get togetherenough.”It wasn’t lost on me that Beth didn’t move back. Kathymoved as if to get up. “I really should leave so youtwo can…” But Beth put her hands on Kathy’sshoulders. “You don’t have to leave on account of me,”said Beth softly. I watched in amazement as Beth. Enrique, an 18-year-old Latino, had finished his work and come in the house to receive his check from the lady of the house. Wearing only his shorts, he had called out to her but received no reply. Hearing a noise upstairs, he had climbed the stairs and peered cautiously into the master bedroom. Mrs. Willis was on the bed, naked, her legs apart and bent at the knees. He had often admired the blonde woman her as she sunbathed in her bikini by the pool, feeling his cock lurch in his pants as he. It is not my wish to be helpless, blindfolded and tied… He eases his body off of mine and my lungs gratefully expand to take in more air. I do not even care to flinch when his fingers unlace the slender ribbons of my blouse. He pulls it low around my shoulders, over my arms and bunches it at my waist, then moves to undo the stays of my skirt. He grasps the garments at my hips, slips them smoothly down my thighs, my knees, over my feet until I hear them fall in a heap upon the floor. I have only. " She pulled her blue terry cloth robe close around her big tanned titties. Only the creamy tops remained in view. "Seriously," she continued, still put off by the thought, "I don't think it would be good." She was worried about her little hole, but she also wondered what it would feel like. Her husband's big prong, she figured, would probably destroy her if he used it in the manner he was suggesting. "And besides," she said, "there are health reasons, too." "Nonsense," said Charley, "we can.