“Oh that, no, Claire sometimes uses a strap on.”“Really, geez, I thought they were just for women.”“They’re for anyone who wants them.”�...�Fair point,” Mark sat thoughtful in his chair.“I can get one for you if you want but I think Lucy already has one – judging from what Claire says.”“Geez, you know more about my wife than I do.”“Only what Claire tells me and that’s not much. At least not the personal stuff.”“And a strap on is not personal?”As he sat there Mark could feel Tim’s semen coming out.. “Oh really?”Seeing mischief on her face, I decide to add, “Well maybe not anywhere, but yes, if you ever want to. I’m more than willing to let you. However, the where is conditional.”She playfully pouts and begins to laugh. “Darn, I thought I had someone I could blow at the mall.”“So, you want to blow someone at the mall do you?”She saunters her nails up and down my limp cock as she says, “Not really, but I think it would be exciting. You know, the risk of getting caught and all.”“I think it. And your hair is so beautiful. It looks like there have been some changesaround here since I've been gone." So we went into the kitchen and Ibrewed up a pot of tea and Mother and I just sat there and talked forhours and hours about my new clothes, and how Mrs. V had taught me tocook, and how I'd found that I really was good at cooking and how I evenliked to do housework now, and, well, you know, about all the things thatgirls talk about. Finally I remember feeling really sleepy and looking upat. She was dusky in appearance with good height and a well-shaped body. The major attraction was her big boobs. I felt it was 36 inches. I was noticing her in between and I think she was also noticing me. However, we both didn’t talk that openly.From their conversation, I had learned that they were going to attend a marriage function at Trivandrum. They didn’t know the stop to get down as there were some short cuts to the place they are going. So, they kept on asking me where they can easily get.