We’ve discussed role-playing in the past but, for some reason, never seem to follow through with it. But nothing to this extent. Is this what Sam ha... been scheming up? Should I ask her or just let things play out and see where it leads?“Hey Hon, what in the world do you have crammed in this bag?” I ask as I enter our dimly lit bedroom and place it on our bed. I crack open one of the beers and hand it to my wife who’s sitting on the love seat next to the side of our bed. I crack open the second. So that's what we did. We gathered a bunch of the small thin trees that seemed to grow only near the river and used them to make two flat pads that would fit atop four Yaru, puffed out to their most buoyant. The trick was making harnesses that we could fasten the pad to so it wouldn't slip off their backs. It took us an hour. Once again Vic's not-so-ill-spent youth in the Boy Scouts came in handy. He remembered knots the mountaineer hadn't shown us that really came in handy in lashing the. Most people want to treat me like a k** so I figured I’d try it and see if it was any fun and your ad made me think I’ll try it today. Cool, but I like to be a little rough; do think you can handle it? Okay Daddy, but no s**t, no piss, no k**s, no blood, no fisting, no a****ls, no choking, and no beating, but you can spank me when I’m naughty. Oh and I swallow, if you’re gentle I like anal. What an Angel, bold and sweet at the same. Finishing our drinks I asked if she would like to go play,. He was a slut. I understood that giving him the right to: look at, talk to, or if he must fuck others would always bring him back to me. It would never give him the equal pleasure that he got from spending time with me. I knew this from the conversations we had. He was frustrated because he no longer wanted causal pussy-and sometimes cock-as much as he needed to be fucked. He wanted what I gave him. The feeling he got when we fucked. Not just cumming, but cumming and feeling like...and that's.