Steve’s fiftieth birthday was coming up, so Mark and I decided that as his gift we'd throw him a surprise bondage birthday.We put a really thick, co...fy duvet on our kitchen table, which I lay down on. I was naked, except for my black, stay-up stockings and six inch heels. Mark slid me down the table so that my legs were dangling over the end of the table, and he put a pillow under my ass, making my pussy easily accessible. He then tied ropes around my wrists and ankles, which he then tied to. I get up on the bed again and sit on your lower legs, and massage your thighs, oh those tight sexy thighs. Of course, I have to take a break at your midsection, to pay homage to that beautiful cock. It's rising in the sunlight that is streaming in the window. I grasp it to massage it good. At least until I have you squirming and moaning“Stop. I want this to last; it feels too good.” you say.I continue up your torso until I reach those sore shoulders - you know - where I love to lay my head.. We sent Christmas cards. We made calls from phones that had cords running into walls. And paid long distance charges. And we lost touch with people.We didn’t have to worry about that with Nicki. Midway through the second year of our master’s programs she showed up on our doorstep. She’d just been through a nasty divorce from her husband of six months. Everything she owned was stuffed in the back of a rickety Ford Falcon station wagon.“I had to leave town,” she said. “I tried to call you, but. I had a teen with her hand round my dick. I moved my hands towards her tits and started rubbing them. She didn't object so I lifted her top up to get a better look and feel of her big titties. She was now getting a bit of a rhythm going on my dick which felt nice. I pulled her bra up from the bottom and her big jugs fell out and swung free. Oh man they were even bigger than I first imagined. I unclipped her bra and took a look at the label. 40c and sixteen years old. Fucking delicious. I.