She grasped the backs of my thighs and pushed them up so she could kiss the bottom of my cunt. She twisted a little so she was at an angle and licked ...cross the opening catching a piece of skin with her tongue. Her lips gripped and pulled, her tongue now sliding inside me. I was close to coming as her lips pulled on my clit, several fingers probing deep inside me, my hips humping against her face, my juices pouring out me like a tsunami. Each time my hips landed against the sheets, I could feel. Vince had pretty much given me the OK. So I knew I could just give Vince a brief outline about my feelings right now, he would understand."Vince I am not getting any younger. I have been a good wife to you for over 12 years, and mother to our children for over a decade. I just need this right now in my life, you must understand that."I felt bad putting that guilt trip on Vince, so I added. "It has nothing to do with you or the kids." So you are going to pull a Brandy?" Vince's face was all. Mike was driving me home. We have quite a piece of land and half way along our drive, approach road or whatever you want to call it, there’s a pull-off. For some reason I wanted to stop. ‘Mike, pull over. There, between the trees.’ ‘OK, Meg.’ He pulled over and switched off the engine, and the lights. It wasn’t quite full dark, so there was enough light to see each other. That night I was wearing denim cut-offs and a halter top. The top was cotton and quite thin, and there was no way I could. My fingers twisted not her hair and I tugged sharply, pulling her head back and then down, she went to her knees with an audible gasp. She did not try to resist. I lifted her hands, one at a time and tied them to the frame of the be, streching them up and back slightly behind her. She moaned with discomfort, but let me do as I pleased to her. I wrapped the rope around her ankles before pulling the rope around her thighs, pulling her ankle up so that her weight was balancing on her knees. I tied.