Triangles...anal-sex...spanking...bondage...if any one, I really, really need a dirty old man to train me, Eric...The other day my friend mentioned so...ething called Champagne-sex and I have no idea about what she meant…“Don´t worry, we´ll get through all that…“Good” she said. Then she sucked air in through her nose. He was pressing a fingertip against her ass-hole. “We could start off...backwards, so to speak.” he said as the finger slowly slid up her rear. She said nothing. She knew that she. The car stopped moving. The engine died and there was silence, punctuated only by the tick of cooling metal. The suspension creaked as Alice got out.The boot opened and sunlight shone in. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness, the silhouette slowly became Alice. I smiled as much as the gag would allow."Wipe that stupid grin off your face, slut," she said with a hint of laughter in her voice.She untied my hands and feet and helped me out of the boot. There was no one around. The car was parked. Besides, the cold had the added effect of sharpening my awareness slightly. I was aware of the pleasant sensations which still coursed through me. A little soreness too, to be fair, but it would pass.For an instant I raised my fingers to my nose. I couldn't resist. The smell of woman immediately greeted my brain. It was a lovely scent, and a sweet reminder of what we had done the night before. We had done so much ... lovemaking.And that really was the word. It seemed so cliche, I reflected as I. You turn down an unpaved trail and keep walking, noticing there are less people down this way. The vibrator hadn't buzzed in over 5 minutes and you think you may have lost him and contemplate turning around and going back. You think maybe he lost you, or can't find you. BAM! again the vibrator goes off ... BAM! BAM! BAM! this time he's turning it off and on and your knees buckle and almost give out as the vibrator keeps buzzing up against your clit.Before you have a chance to regroup, someone.